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 2022
Heat has broken through into a glorious summer. The snow has entirely dried through the spring, leaving to the brilliance of the warmer months. Terror activity has risen as people are brought out of their homes, leaving the TRS in a position of consistent work. Each are attempting to maintain victory in the endless struggle for power.
With April, an activity check has arrived for members to do! Please post on the AC and tag all your accounts, including WIPs and OOC accounts. Failure to post on this AC will result in your accounts being marked inactive or deleted. Please note, due to a late start, the due date for this check has been adjusted for one time and one time only.
[attr="class","sixShly"] bang, bang, bang, you better pray
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Thoughts of red liquid gushing from openings in the fleshy coat of a human always fascinated and summoned endless amounts of glee for Wren. He was designed to eliminate the endless targets provided by the Assembly. The great creator commanded him to carry out those wishes. A crown atop his creator's head, his endless omnipotent displayed in a youthful complexion. His fists were clad in red, iron gauntlets. Clenched tightly in his authoritative fists a long whip, designed for punishment whenever his precious golem failed him... Wren could not fail him...
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The rhythmic strokes of a brush's teeth untangling locks of silvery hair kept Wren stationery. Reports could be worried about later, for the dreaded, unruly snakes needed to be tamed before they became turncoats. The angel proceeded to brush his hair, praising his efforts for eliminating the foolish TRS woman. The insect! Another chorus of happy giggles left Wren's lips from the compliments being provided. Oh, how he hoped his creator would shower him in similar praise to this marvellous, young lady!
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Although, his creator was somebody critical, scrutinizing his thoroughly before giving a final verdict. His iron gist was the gavel, although, instead of a red-clad armour piece.
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"Very glad! VERY VERY!" The silver-haired golem declared. "I hope creator will like my work!"
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The sounds of the television flickering on to reveal another news report about grisly murders broadened Wren's grin. He glanced towards the TV, brilliant green eyes brimming with endless excitement! These news reports were hardly detailed, but at times they noted the progress being made by the Assembly of Phantoms. Should things be going in the Assembly's favour, his maker would be beyond pleased! Therefore, Wren was hopeful as he listened to the news reports, happy as a claim despite the grim deliverance of another death.
[attr="class","sixShly"] bang, bang, bang, another one placed in a grave
[attr="class","sixShly"] bang, bang, bang, you better pray
[attr="class","sixShpost"]
A twisted mind was entertained by brutal thoughts and sadistic actions. Nurtured towards violence, raised to become a murderous soul. The creator of Wren taught him these abhorrent values, an easy task because of the man’s mental health conditions. The schizophrenia and psychopathy lurking inside his thoughts were affirmed to be alright alongside his despicable actions in the process. Whenever his blood-thirsty actions were mentioned, Wren giggled in content at the thought as he remembered the terrible crimes he committed.
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Between the maniacal giggles was soft humming escaping Wren’s lips. The teeth of the brush untangled the golem’s long hair. The sensation of having his hair brushed calmed his mind, and reminded him of a happier time. If only Matt was around to tidy his hair, soften it with extensive brushes. The blue-haired man’s company always made Wren over-zealous. The mess of his hair was being handled, the silver-haired golem gleefully listening to the blonde angel tidying her hair. When his new acquaintance mentioned him being naughty, the golem giggled again.
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A sinister grin carved onto Wren’s face as thoughts of the murder entered his mind again. The woman was wearing her target over a dark uniform. Multiple stabs of his knife were accomplished, screams leaving her mouth as thorn-covered roses formed. Inquiries shifted to whom Wren murdered, the name only somewhat remembered in his briefing alongside the rank. Another series of giggles escaped his throat.
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“Janet... creator said she’s a hunter,” the vague words were met with further giggling.
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Specifics about the individual in question were lacking and a physical description useless because of the man’s rampant schizophrenia. Chances were if asked for further details on the woman dubbed ‘Janet’, Wren would provide a questionable description about the woman. Through their conversation, the golem was not bothered by the sourness in the stranger’s voice when she spoke of the TRS. In a way, it reminded him of his creator.
[attr="class","sixShly"] bang, bang, bang, another one placed in a grave
[attr="class","sixShly"] bang, bang, bang, you better pray
[attr="class","sixShpost"]
Contentment was displayed on Wren's face because of the young, brush-wielding blonde's presence. The angelic young girl was marvellous for arriving to assist with his long locks of unruly, white hair. Missions always caused these persistent issues he despised, however, the golem's occupation demanded those sacrifices. Accomplishing the heinous act of murder elated the white-haired man, furthermore, displeasing his creator would lead to frightening consequences. A crown of thorns around his head, a man who constantly showed a menacing attitude.
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His creator was somebody horrible, an abusive man determined to assure his performance and success were at a peak level. Alas, Wren allowed the nonstop abuse to occur, his sacred duties as his creation was to obey. Expectation weighed heavily upon the golem's shoulders, prompting him to perform his assignments without hesitation nor complaint. Fortunately, his creator was bound to be satisfied with the gruesome scene. As usually, Wren essentially destroyed his victim to lengths of making the body impossible to identify without dental records.
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A sing-song command was given by the young girl, a giggle escaping the golem's lips as he stared ahead, allowing the brush angel to return to her holy duties. There were subtle tugs from the blonde's hands moving through his soft hair, a sensation that brought peace upon Wren. He enjoyed the sensation of a brush's teeth moving through his knotted locks. The golem physically relaxed from the actions, the comfort in the situation making the long-haired man begin to hum. The tune was an old lullaby from years ago, something oddly locked in his memory but admired for the happiness it promoted.
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Gradually, hair was untangled by the brush, softening from being unknotted by the steady work of brush teeth. The stitched golem hummed, eyes closing as he appreciated the sensation of having his hair brushed until... blood was mentioned... The red liquid of life escaped gaping wounds. A wolfish smile stretched across the soldier's face, broad and toothy, a sinister nature to his expression. How loud did the last one scream? The shrill screams surfaced in Wren's memory, his mind remembering the individual he murdered.
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The bright red of her uniform matched the fresh bloodstains excellently. There was a target drawn on her back as the mission givers said and he plunged a knife directly into the center.
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A giggle escaped Wren's lips, more sinister than before. "Loud... very loud..."
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The giggling grew in volume as Wren contented himself with the memories. The roses which sprouted from the gruesome wounds he left behind, red reminders of the atrocity he happily committed. His creator would be pleased with his accomplishment, especially since it involved the death of an elite hunter. Now he wondered if his precious Matt would also be proud...
[attr="class","sixShly"] bang, bang, bang, another one placed in a grave
[attr="class","sixShly"] bang, bang, bang, you better pray
[attr="class","sixShpost"]
[ Anything in italics is hallucinated by Wren. ] [break][break] Fingers with long, black nails were pushed through strands, moving down to untangle thick knots from Wren's recent accomplishments. There was minimal blood sticking to the golem's hair, however, the red substance managed to cling to strands of beautiful, white hair. Water would be required to wash away the dried blood captured in his stunning, silvery locks of hair. Knots were pulled, gradually untangling as the golem picked away at his precious hair. He adored the long locks, especially when the repairman grasped the brush and ran the teeth through them.
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Hisses escaped his locks of light hair, complaining about the knots and tangles discovered in his luscious hair. Haste entered his movements, Wren attempting to untangle the many locks as they twisted, gaining snake-like faces as they transformed. From the darkened corners, people stared hushed complaints about his hair leaving their lips as he desperately tried to untangle his hair. Damn those accursed red liquids which escaped wounds! The blood managed to create a horrid, tangled mess in the golem's hair.
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The male soldier's brilliant green eyes fixated on the knots, desiring to remove them from his beautiful hair. The intense focus failed to detect his surroundings, effectively allowing a sneaky person to approach him. With the assistance of her abilities, Wren was unlikely to notice her, however, his lack of focus on his surroundings only gave her more space to get closer. Suddenly, a brush graced his precious locks, the familiar sensation bringing a wide, lip-tight grin to stretch across Wren's face.
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A feminine voice giggled as the brush ran through his hair, removing knots from the tangled mess. While the location was somewhere he could trust, Wren glanced towards the direction of the brushing. There he discovered a blonde girl, her blue eyes taking up the entirety of her sclera, leaving a single black dot in a sea of rich blue. Sprouted from her back were delicate angel wings conjured to perhaps explain her floating. She held a golden brush, something magnificent that did not blend into his earlier delusions of the Ivory Fortress.
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The slight harshness of her brushing was unnoticed by the golem as he watched the girl, promptly giving a lip tight smile. The brush angel saved him from damnation from his hair! The whispering snakes were disappearing because of their contentment, voices hushed because of the kind lady.
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"Thank you!" He cheerfully shouted, giggling soon after.
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Whenever the man spoke it consisted of cheerfulness and giggles under most circumstances. The traits of the infamous Mad Hatter being quickly revealed in his interactions. Wren was a renown soldier for the Assembly, powerful because of his creator's cautious crafting of his physically superior body. He was regarded as strange because of his hallucinations and moments of delusional thinking. Most avoided him, the bloodthirsty psychopath being known for gleefully killing without hesitation or remorse.
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The blood splatter across his work clothes proved his enjoyment of violence, similar to plenty of Assembly members. Alas, a majority were not sweet enough to approach and assist with his precious locks. With the hair being unknotted, Matt was bound to happily brush his hair for hours!
[attr="class","sixShly"] bang, bang, bang, another one placed in a grave
[attr="class","sixShly"] bang, bang, bang, you better pray
[attr="class","sixShpost"]
Sunlight stretched across the snowy fields in front of the Ivory Fortress, an Assembly of Phantoms base hidden near the infamous Aria Village. Through the thick birch trees, perched on a steady, albeit, an ancient stone foundation, however, it was the well-maintained historical landmark which served for the purpose of bringing forth the revolution. Admittedly, Wren cared little about the success of Zeredah's plans, instead admiring the permission to murder those associated with the TRS. The organization had accomplished nothing against the golem personally, but the psychopath enjoyed the ability to kill others.
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A warmth was embracing the earth, an uncommon trait for late winter in the northern continent. Merrily, the schizophrenic skipped through the cold snow, evidently not affected by the cold weather conditions. Gleeful giggles escaped his lips as he ventured towards the Ivory Fortress, his hallucinations painting an entirely different scene. The fortress was perched on a hill, red lighting painting it against a darkened canvas as the dark brick with red accents covered the building, a complete contrast from the pleasant Sunday afternoon and dull grey tiles.
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In reality, Ivory Fortress was placed on an expanse of flat land amidst the Ivory Woods, standing as a landmark of guidance for those travelling through these mysterious lands. The towers of the fortress easily breached across the treeline, the dull bricks contrasting against the blue skies and bright whites of winter. Around it, snow shimmered as sun gleamed across the flat surface; everything appeared to be a perfect winter day. The psychopath proceeded forward, accomplishing some strange movements, as though following a nonexistent path.
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The hallucinations displayed to him a stone path, different from the impacted snow path created from other Assembly members entering the Ivory Fortress; Wren thought they were foolish for using it, obviously, the twisty stone path had to be the correct method of entry. The guards stationed at the gates refused to correct the mentally ill man, already aware of Wren's sadistic and generally destructive tendencies; they were correct to avoid such an altercation. Recently, the golem had returned from a gruesome mission, his happiness manifesting from a successful murdering which would please his creator and perhaps even Matt.
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Centuries of being a soldier proved to never bore the serial killer, Wren enjoying every opportunity he possessed to complete his assassination attempts on others. As he skipped closer to the fortress, the guards were taken aback by the evident blood still touching his clothing and knotted hair from accomplishing a particularly difficult mission. There remained a broad, toothy grin on the golem's face alongside delight in his green eyes as he neared the door. Naturally, Wren was granted entry to the fortress as he pulled the heavy wooden doors open and crossed through the threshold.
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Inside, the hallucinations were never constant as Wren "saw" orange tabby cats with wings while various colours of butterflies crowded the halls; none with crystal wings, a shame considering their rarity, although, Wren found they were liars anyways. There was a radio on, relaying information from a well-known news channel, the strange man in the box speaking about the recent terror attacks and increased violence. The news anchor possessed a male voice, the diction of his words making it evident he thought ill of the recent affairs.
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There was certainly nothing wrong with death and violence, they were merely natural occurrences of life from what Wren knew. Everybody was bound to die, the young schizophrenic already meeting his end years ago, although, under what circumstances he could never recall. Oftentimes, he merely fabricated a ridiculous story based around his own delusions on how his death occurred, the story changing with each retelling of the information. There would never be a solid narrative unless perhaps a day arrived where his memories returned or the answers arrived on the tongues of these flying tabby cats.
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Unfortunately, the tabby cats were more concerned about praising him for the success of another assassination; they were always filled with complimentary words. Carefully, Wren's fingers weaved through his hair, discovering a plethora of knots, which displeased him immensely; he despised when his hair would get messy. The golem spent only a brief time in the lobby, striding forward, green eyes searching for a brush or comb to fix the mangled mess of white hair. Where was the wonderful repairman when he required a good hair brushing?
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Constantly, Wren's eyes flitted around the facility, passing his fellow Assembly of Phantoms members, hoping he could discover somebody with a brush or comb to assist with taming the tangled mess; he feared his hair would transform into frightful snakes should he fail to provide proper care. There was a minor fidget to his hands, the golem desiring the nostalgic feeling of a comb or brush running through his hair. Should desperation become an issue, he could easily retrieve one from the home he shared with Matt, but Wren was required to provide his report; despite how confusing it would become with the addition of his hallucinations.
[attr="class","sixShly"] bang, bang, bang, another one placed in a grave
[attr="class","sixShly"] bang, bang, bang, you better pray
[attr="class","sixShpost"] [ Italics are hallucinations, therefore, only Wren sees that. ]
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Sunlight poured over the Calico Forest, providing a particularly relaxing warmth to settle on the creatures below. A soft wind rustled through the branches above, creating a constant sense of motion. Life buzzed through the freshly grown brush, animals preparing to welcome new life into the world. Everything about the wilderness screamed life and beauty, although, people were cautious when venturing into the wild world. Terrors roamed through the trees, predators against all supernatural creatures who called Earth their home.
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Alas, there were the fortunate few who could enter Calico Forest without a single thought of worry crossing their mind. Merrily skipping through the trees, Wren was quite pleased after accomplishing the day's objectives. Wrapped around his shoulders was a tattered cloak, evident blood splatter soaking the material, creating darker patches. The hood was drawn up carefully over his hair, the psychopath binding the locks behind his head in a long ponytail. The hair was hidden in the neck hole, hiding safety beneath the protective fabric.
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Blood splatter on white hair would be a nightmare, at least, Wren assumed. Holstered on the golem's thigh was a handgun, tightly secured and freshly used. Beside the holstered firearm was a pair of long blades for emergency use, however, blood was dripping from the pointed tips. Recently, the Assembly soldier had completed his duties to kill, his serial killer instincts humouring him with a particularly gruesome death. Silly tree man thought he could defeat him, but Wren shaved away the bark. There was plenty of sticky sap, the butterflies and bees which followed quickly clinging to drink away the delicious liquid.
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Gleeful giggles escaped the white-haired man's mouth as he proceeded to skip through the trees, green eyes wandering. There were plenty of strange creatures flying through the sky, from cats to dogs. Leaves dissipated like smoke, melting into one another in a wispy cloud before suddenly reappearing. Suddenly, the loud revving of some unknown kind of engine filled the forest, birds silencing or flying away. The psychopath paused, curiosity flashing onto his face while his green eyes flitted through the trees.
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Only a mere few moments later did the screaming start, the musical noise reaching Wren's ears. Promptly, a large grin stretched across the golem's lips, revealing his beautiful, white teeth. A single hand reached, long black nails drumming the firearm's handle. The sounds of screams on a beautiful spring afternoon meant an excellent way to get the blood pumping, and thus, the soldier followed them. Returning home to the wonderful Matthew could wait a few more moments, especially considering the possible fun to arrive.
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Certainly, the ravishing man would understand that the psychopath considering it his duty to murder anybody who proved to be a potential threat, especially considering how enjoyable the hunt could be. The surprised faces as the light diminished from their eyes was spectacular and thrilling. Accessing his enhanced speed, Wren launched himself through the trees, smoothly moving around while his green eyes searched. Eventually, he ceased movement, obscured by the treeline as citizens screamed in terror, all fleeing hastily in any direction.
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Lightning quick, the gun was taken from holster, aimed and fired at the crowd of running people. The screams escalated as spouts of blood erupted from where the bullets collided, some targets toppling motionlessly to the ground. How delightful.
[attr="class","sixShly"] bang, bang, bang, another one placed in a grave
[attr="class","sixShly"] bang, bang, bang, you better pray
[attr="class","sixShpost"]
[ I am going to try writing Wren's hallucinations in italics. I am hoping the style will make for a better flow and more clearance with what he is only seeing. ]
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Protecting Matthew was a crucial objective in Wren's mind, the blue-haired man easily being labelled the most important individual in his life. Everybody else was frightened of the golem, especially the method which he vividly described brutally murdering his victims without a shred of guilt. There was sturdiness when the white-haired man tightly embraced Matthew, holding him close and refusing to release the individual he cared for dearly. Creating stable relationships was a difficult task for the psychopath, thus he refused to lose this one.
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While he latched his arm around Matt, Wren proceeded to wildly swing the knife at the woman threatening to take his dearest repairman away. Those demonic horns, red and hard which poked from her locks of white hair. Large bat-like wings extended from her back, menacing and allowing for flight. Her mouth was filled to the brim with razor-sharp teeth and a long, forked tongue which slithered from her lips. There was a demon tail lurking behind her, thin, red and pointed. Then there were her red eyes, glowing from her pale skin as she merely stood there.
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The woman was a devil, attacking the only angelic force evident in Wren's life, Saint Matthew who's halo shone above his crown and white wings fluttered behind him whenever he was at his best. There was a radiance about the man, a heavenly glow which followed and frequently soothed the golem. People wanted his glow, desired to steal him away and Wren refused to allow a horrible fate to befall his beloved. Nobody would hurt his precious Matthew while he basked in the heavenly glow, and he would most definitely avoid harming the man.
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There was a faint pain in Wren's palm and fingers as he watched a familiar hand reach to grab the blade of his knife. A loud gasp escaped the golem's mouth as his green eyes widened in horror as blood trickled between those fingers, dropping from the blade to form a small puddle on the floor. For once, there was no satisfaction in witnessing the sight of somebody getting injured, the horrified Assembly soldier flitting his gaze to Matt. The foolish angel protected the demon from harm via grabbing the blade with his bare hand.
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"M-matt?!" He gasped out, staring at the blue-haired man.
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Quietly, the golem listened, eyes wide as Matthew explained the situation which resulted in the psychopath innocently cocking his head to the side in curiosity. Mothers, it was a topic rarely touched upon whenever he conversed with the repairman, Wren believing perhaps his family was dead. Briefly, he glanced towards the mysterious woman who sparked nostalgia. Illusions conflicted as demonic signs faded, revealing a fellow angel. His mind jumped gaps, even dying the stranger's hair blue to match Matthew's.
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There were pangs of guilt entering the serial killer's stomach as a frown touched his lips, eyes staring wide and flitting between the woman and Matt. Tears were clouding the woman's eyes, perhaps she was frightened by the horrible manner he treated her? She was stepping backwards, the schizophrenic curiously gazing between them, a frown still touching his face as he released the knife. First, he threatened his beloved repairman's mother and promptly after the man himself when he reached out to grasp the blade to defend her.
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"... Matt never mentioned a mother..." Wren stated with a frown. "I'm sorry..."
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The apology was mumbled, Wren's eyes remaining locked on the ground as he nervously awaited punishment for his ignorant decisions. The creator always punished him whenever he displayed idiocy, cruel words flooding from the man's mouth before he would smack him for failure to adhere to mission statements or comprehend something. When his name reached his ears, the tone being feminine, Wren slightly turned his head to face the mysterious lady, hallucinations appearing and fading. There was something about white hair framing that pale face which seemed... right...
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These were one of the numerous things Wren could never explain, the golem's green eyes remaining locked on the woman as she spoke, mentioning how he was alive. A brow furrowed in confusion, the soldier being unaware of his brutal death inside the insane asylum which housed him for his final days or the fire which he narrowly escaped from.
[attr="class","sixShly"] bang, bang, bang, another one placed in a grave
[attr="class","sixShly"] bang, bang, bang, you better pray
[attr="class","sixShpost"]
Amidst the safety of the pokey branches, Wren's green eyes watched the mysterious woman, curious about why these emotions of nostalgia were manifesting from her distant presence. From this distance, the hallucinations created the fictitious world which surrounded the golem, suffocated him with his inability to deduce reality and fantasy. Could this lady be somebody he managed to murder? Silently, he watched her stare at Thanatos' statue, uncertain of any movements he should accomplish because of the endless perplexion in his mind.
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There was further movement, the psychopath's green eyes flitting towards his lover, noticing his radiant beauty. A light followed him, displaying his purity and greatness in Wren's mind. The beautiful blue locks of hair, the dazzling blue eyes shining and his skin a flawless cover. Youthful with pleasant facial features, which made him physically appealing, but the man's accepting nature always captured Wren's heart. He was benevolent, sweet and displayed an uncanny amount of adorable timidness, and his name was Matt; his precious Matt.
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Eyebrows were raised slightly as the white-haired golem observed, confused on why exactly Matthew was approaching this strange woman in the graveyard. When the woman stepped closer, Wren stiffened, eyes widening as he remembered the reason for his protectiveness. Certainly, there were plenty of people who wished to steal his dearest Matt, especially considering the man was incredible. Personality traits were admirable and absolute perfection, at least in Wren's personal opinion of the repairman. The longer the schizophrenic observed the woman, the more his paranoid delusions began feeding a belief.
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Unexpectedly, Wren's vision created a different appearance for the woman, giving her devil horns and a pair of bat-like wings. A reddish light radiated from her form as she stepped closer to his beloved Matt. A soft gasp escaped Wren's lips as he began to panic from the delusions meddling with the truth. Obviously, this woman was another individual planning to steal his precious ball of sunshine! In the psychopath's world, there was no other answer. The blue-haired man was being his silly damsel in distress and as the fantastic, albeit, twisted knight, Wren needed to save him!
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Quickly, he stood from the obscured safety of the bush, drawing his blade and sprinting forward, accessing his enhanced speed to move faster. Each step carried him hastily towards the pair, Wren promptly using his improved jumping capabilities to leap towards Matt, a single arm protectively wrapping around the blue-haired man. The force could have potentially carried them to the ground, but it all depending on how sturdy Matt was standing. Wildly, Wren waved the knife towards the woman, even if the blade could not even graze her.
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"BAD DEVIL LADY!" He shouted, clinging to Matt. "NO STEALING!"
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The golem remained close to his beloved repairman, refusing to release the beautiful blue-haired man. Confusion became more evident on Wren's face when he finally saw the woman's face, a strange sense of familiarity gripping him. Who was she? Despite these senses, the white-haired man kept being defensive, pointing the tip of the knife at her.
[attr="class","sixShly"] bang, bang, bang, another one placed in a grave
[attr="class","sixShly"] bang, bang, bang, you better pray
[attr="class","sixShpost"]
Aggressively, Wren proceeded to snuggle Matthew with no intentions of ceasing his affectionate attitude. The deceptions in those whispered words attempted to throw him off the trail, the golem felt he deserved to provide the repairman with endless attention. They were apart for several days, or at least, the psychopath's mind believed because of his lack of touch with reality; there were instances where he stated to be older than informed. The warmth shared between himself and Matthew was pleasant, resulting in Wren clinging tightly to his beloved repairman.
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Quietly, the golem stared at the stranger's, green eyes wide as he watched them prepare to leave together. A broad grin stayed on Wren's face as the pair prepared to leave, since without them around, he could enjoy alone time with Matthew. Those fools evidently failed to realize how incredible time with the wondrous repairman could become, however, that would be their loss. A day would arrive where they would whine about missing these crucial moments in Wren's belief. The schizophrenic's admiration for blue-haired craftsman was immense and unbreakable.
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When Matt answered his inquiry about the pair dating, Wren pulled away slightly, cocking his head to the side. Confusion and curiosity were evident in the golem's bright green eyes. Pondering the connection between the blond and white-haired individuals was brief, especially considering the inquiry which escaped Matt's lips afterwards. A large, toothy grin crossed Wren's face as he nodded enthusiastically at the idea of heading home.
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"YES! Then you will brush my hair! Right, Maaaaatt?!" Wren responded with child-like excitement. "PLEASE?! PLEASE?! We can use any brush you want!"
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A tight grip remained around the repairman, although, Wren trembled with excitement over the notion of potentially having further private time with Matt. Extensive and rigorous work easily knotted the white locks of hair flowing from Wren's head, thus receiving a proper brushing and perhaps some additional special attention easily manifested an overzealous feeling in the golem. There was no hesitation as Wren quickly escaped Matt's grasp, standing up at his full height before kneeling down to pluck the repairman from the sand.
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Holding Matthew in his arms would make it difficult for anybody to attempt to steal the treasured craftsman. In the distance, Wren's hallucinations had manifested a shady group of people peering through binoculars. The psychopath's delusional mind believed the possibility of these hallucinations desiring to thieve his precious Matt. Success was simply not an option, although, for reasons unknown to the schizophrenic; the shady group of people were nonexistent, and therefore could not even touch Matt.
[attr="class","sixShly"] bang, bang, bang, another one placed in a grave
[attr="class","sixShly"] bang, bang, bang, you better pray
[attr="class","sixShpost"]
Dark, rain-bearing clouds hung in the sky, blocking the beautiful azure and the pleasant sunlight. A mild wind flowed through the area, damp air clinging to any wanderer on this gloomy, spring day. There was a certain emptiness to Aria during these days, a majority of citizens quietly proceeding in their work as they awaited the forecasted rain to arrive. However, compared to the varying districts in Aria, the purgatory district remained the most motionless and silent. Ironically, the area possessed a rather ghost-town vibe considering a majority of undead creatures locked themselves indoors for the inevitable showers.
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Despite the eerie and abandoned impressions the purgatory district provided, a series of cheerful giggles were evident. There were few things which could dampen the gleeful attitude Wren exhibited. The gloomy circumstances failed to dent his positive demeanour as he searched endlessly for Matthew. Poor weather conditions oftentimes meant freedom from the blinds of his soldier occupation, his creator frightened of the possibility of the golem's circuits receiving damage should his fleshy coating get damaged.
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Through the schizophrenic's eyes, the purgatory district was an entirely different appearance, his mind associating the infamous realm with the section of Aria. Hallucinations of monochrome homes and people alongside large floating islands hovering above the houses. Birds and variety of other flying animals soared through the skies above, fighting one another as animalistic instincts kicked into overdrive. There were fabrications of individuals with grotesque injuries, specifically faces of Wren's former victims, although, the psychopath remained unbothered by the detailed hallucinations.
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Each "person" appeared similar to zombies, passing by and displaying the injuries he once inflicted as the fatal blow alongside the torturous marks caused by his sadistic intentions. Evidently, the Assembly soldier remained undisturbed by the gory images and instead bore a broad smile as he skipped down a quiet sidewalk. Consistently, the sounds of his boots scuffing against the sidewalk reached his ears as his vibrant, green eyes scoured the horizon for a certain blue-haired man. Considering his master gratefully provided him the day off, Wren was hoping Matt was willing to accomplish some special tasks for him.
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In the pocket of his large, black overcoat was a single hairbrush, prepped for proper grooming of Wren's long locks of tangled hair. The knotting remained average for the golem, the occasional tousling from the wild nature of his hair. There were a limited amount of people truly around to witness the peculiar golem, the few who managed evidently confused. The dark clothing the psychopath wore contrast the carefree and gleeful manner he roamed; especially considering the ill-favourable weather. Wandering appeared endless as Wren searched for Matt, slowing once he reached the graveyard area, a pout touching his lips; where was Matt?
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Gradually, Wren wandered into the beautifully maintained cemetery, praying he could hastily find the repairman. Slow steps were taken, the murderer carefully pushing his long, white hair behind his ears, allowing himself a better opportunity to scout his surroundings. Deeper he roamed, green eyes watching the area around him until finally fixating on something peculiarly familiar. Perched on one of the hills was the infamous statue of Thanatos, the god of death being provided a favourable pose which suggested his omnipotent power.
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The god stood tall, stone excellently carved to allow anybody to recognize his divinity as the God of Purgatory; the individual who returned undead creatures to Earth. Alas, Wren's fixation was focused on somebody else entirely, his green eyes beaming at an individual standing quietly, observing the statue. Something clicked, the golem hesitation as a sensation of nostalgia grasped him and remained uncharacteristically still. Unless somebody was carefully guiding the teeth of a brush through his hair, Wren rarely would stay motionless, but there was a strange vibe radiating from the mysterious woman.
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Thoughts conflicted, a few stating Wren should be aware of the woman's identity, yet, names failed to be provided through staring at the back of her head. Hastily, the golem ducked down, hiding inside a large bush near a large, black granite grave. The branches rustled as Wren perched himself, watching, eyes narrowed as he wondered if this woman was merely a deception manifested from the depths of his mind. Actions were debated, the white-haired man observing the mysterious stranger, uncertain if she truly managed to catch a glimpse of him.
[attr="class","sixShly"] bang, bang, bang, another one placed in a grave
[attr="class","sixShly"] bang, bang, bang, you better pray
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While a majority of people may have been bothered by Wren's public display of affection towards Matt, the golem refused to cease the action. Even when individuals direct spoke out against it, the soldier would care little for their opinions in favour of providing his beloved repairman with his well-deserved attention. Being forced to use precious minutes of time to locate Matt resulted in the requirement to shower him in affection. Fixation was completely on the marvellous, blue-haired man as he proceeded to snuggle him immensely.
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Currently, Matt appeared to be the only individual to display emotions of genuine care, a rarity for the golem. The creator was a horrible man, prone to despicable means of punishment should Wren fail to meet the exact specifications for carrying out the particular mission. Screams, consistent threats of disassembly and endless criticism would flow steadily from those lips as he scowled at the failure of his creation. Alas, Wren was merely the creation, expected to carefully follow the requests of his master without rebuke or error; he was a machine.
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The laughter increased as Matthew explained there were no parties he was kicked out from, the golem promptly snuggling him more before poking his nose. A broad smile remained evident on Wren's thin lips as he stared at the repairman.
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"Good!" He exclaimed gleefully before pouting. "Buuuuuut now I can't have fun... unless..."
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A wicked smirk touched his lips, however, Wren refused to enact on his instincts to start murdering the repairman's company; Matt appeared to be enjoying his time around these strangers. Resisting temptation was difficult for the golem, especially with the hallucinated words of the waves insisting to sully the water with blood. The shuffle of movement was easily detected by Wren, the golem curiously glancing towards the man with short, white hair as he stood. The soldier quieted himself, listening to Matt's question as the blonde scurried from the water, moving to join the other stranger.
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There was a tightening to his grip around Matt, a few more snuggles being provided before he whispered in Matt's ear a curiosity he needed to ask.
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"Are they dating?" Wren whispered.
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When people cared immensely about one another, did they not proceed to endlessly snuggle the other individual? Almost immediately Wren would accomplish the task of displaying his affection for Matt through abrupt snuggling, their relationship leaning more to a naughty pursuit of pleasure on each side. Alas, the thought of potentially dating the repairman always made Wren curious, especially considering how sweet the blue-haired man treated him. Certainly, anybody who stole his heart would be the luckiest individual in the world to possess such a fantastically sweet and attractive man.
[attr="class","sixShly"] bang, bang, bang, another one placed in a grave
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