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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Nerves were running wild as Desmond stood, blocking the threshold between the inside and the out. This awkward situation of a guest that appeared around his crush's age was making the ginger incredibly anxious about numerous concepts. Most involved the possibility of no mutual feelings being shared by Zachary or perhaps no longer being allowed to spend time with the attractive angel alongside the little girl he cared about similarly to a daughter. From what Desmond could tell, the other man seemed immensely nervous, but this failed to cease the nervous emotions running rampant in his mind. The suitcase was mildly unnerving, suggesting a stay and considering a majority of those who identified as a salesperson tended to be smoother talkers, Desmond presumed there were intentions to stay.
The initially spoken words soothed the ginger's nervous emotions to a degree. Having the incorrect house meant that this man was probably not in search of Zachary. The door was slowly being closed until he heard the white-haired man speak which caused Desmond to stiffen. Gradually, the threshold was opened again as the tall nephilim gazed at the stranger with his green eyes. The anxious emotions spiked as the ginger grew self-conscious and concerned over the possibility in his head, resulting a pause before he spoke.
"... Um... yes. Do you need to speak to him?" Desmond asked quietly. "He is asleep right now... b-but I could go get him..."
Every word escaped his mouth with an awkward, nervous tone which caused Desmond to flinch at the pathetic attempt to speak. The unannounced guest was concerning development for the ginger, especially since the possibility remained that this man was Zachary's crush or boyfriend. Mentally, the scout was praying that his crush was not taken by somebody else; it felt selfish considering this man was likely better, but Desmond found it difficult not to.
Concern was obvious in Desmond's green eyes as he walked with Zachary. The dedication towards the occupation was impressive and admirable, but the nephilim did not desire to witness the day his crush could grow ill as a result. The concept of the angel's career making him unhealthy made the ginger feel incredible anxious as he stared with worried eyes at Zachary. When the doctor gave his excuse for staying, the nephilim's eyes softened as he fell silent. Allowing his crush to continue this reckless behavior was a recipe for disaster, but Desmond required a moment to organize his thoughts. His eyes remained locked on Zachary, the thanks causing a minor flare of red to touch his cheeks. Concern conquered bashfulness.
"... Zac, I know your don't want to leave your patients, but that doctor should have been here when your shift was done. You're a single father, you deserve to be able to spend time with your daughter. Alice and your patients need you and allowing people to overwork you like this is unhealthy and you of all people should know that. Please... just take some time off," Desmond pleaded.
Secretly, the nephilim desired to add himself to the list of people who required Zachary, but his nervous emotions made it too difficult for him to mention it. There was hope that the words could convince the attractive angel to give himself time to relax to allow for proper health. The confirmations towards the waving alongside the desire for a lunch date caused the scout to blush immensely.
"... It's fine," Desmond replied bashfully.
As Desmond followed his crush towards the cafeteria, his heart continued fluttering with every step as his thoughts remained occupied with the idea of Zachary desiring alone time with him. The implications it provided left a blush across his face and his eyes to linger towards the floor bashfully. Once they entered the cafeteria, Desmond decided to take a healthier route in hopes of impressing Zachary by taking and orange and sandwich alongside a bottle of apple juice. Naturally, the nephilim usually preferred sweets, but in this situation he wanted to attempt to maintain a good impression. He shortly joined Zachary at the line, finding himself blushing a bit as his thoughts touched the concept of eating alone with him.
The confirmation towards the compliment caused Desmond's cheeks to deepen in colour over the concept of Zachary honestly finding his appearance pleasant. A nervous smile managed to form onto the ginger's lips as he bashfully glanced towards the tiled floor of the hospital. There was a warmth rising in his face over being flattery that his crush was providing him. When he managed to return the compliment, he glanced towards Zachary's face to witness the blush spreading across the angel's face. The spectacle of witnessing the invading blush caused the nephilim's heart to skip a beat, making him memorized by the display. When the question arrived, Desmond could not help, but focus on how adorable Zachary appeared blushing. Even as his crush nervously explained how he had only waken a few moments ago, the nephilim remained fizated on him.
"Of course I do... You always look amazing," he responded without considering his words.
Each sentence had flowed naturally, causing Desmond to sudden glance away, a sheepish look crawling onto his face. The nephilim felt as though he was pushing it. There was silence as the ginger began replaying the accidental scene until finally realizing the words stated by the angel. If Zachary had just awakened from slumber, then that meant the attractive doctor had been here far longer than expected. Worried crossed the nephilim's expression over the concept as he found himself concerned over the man's well-being.
"Wait... you haven't left? Zac... you should really relax more, you're going to get sick at this rate," he stated gently.
There were anxious emotions being generated from waiting for Zachary to answer about the possible company. The gentle tapping caused Desmond's gaze to flit up towards the handsome doctor as he spoke. At first, the nephilim felt crushed over the verdict until he heard the flirtatious follow up. Instantly, the blush became more vivid across Desmond's face at the words that Zachary had stated. This attractive angel has intentions of spending time alone with him, which was causing his heart to flutter with excitement.
"Y-you were waving at me? A-and you w-want to spend a-alone time with m-me?" The ginger asked, nervousness and surprising touching his tone.
An overwhelming feeling of joy flooded into Desmond's body over the notion of possessing alone time with his crush who appeared to have feelings for him. Alas, a nervousness remained as a result of his past experience with love, causing the scout to have emotions of fear towards the idea, however, he still craved time with Zachary. Ultimately, the nephilim followed his crush towards the cafe with a giddy smile upon his face despite the nervousness.
Today, Desmond had agreed to babysit his crush's daughter while he managed to get some more sleep. The opportunity to remain be in Zachary's house was both exciting and nerve wracking as the nephilim attempted to remain relaxed as he stationed himself on the couch. Merely being warranted the chance to watch Alice and remain in the handsome doctor's house was a dream coming true. Although, the ginger believed this also meant he was required to attempt to maintain an attractive appearance which had resulted in him wearing freshly cleaned clothing. A crisp white shirt, a pair of dark coloured jeans accompanied by a blue hoodie acted as the tall man's wardrobe for the day. Time was passing pleasantly while Desmond had participated in games with Zachary's adorable daughter, a young girl who he had come to favor as though she was his own.
When the knocking arrived at the front door, a confused expression marked Desmond's face as his green eyes naturally drifted towards its direction. There had been no mentioning of company from his crush, which left the nephilim both bewildered and concerned at the random knocking.
"... Alice, stay here," he directed before slowly rising to answer the door.
Carefully, Desmond approached the door, slowly opening it to reveal the white-haired stranger carrying luggage. The ginger-haired nephilim raised an eyebrow to the peculiar sight, feeling insecurity transcend over him. There were always concerns that Zachary's heart belonged to somebody else and perhaps that somebody was this stranger. The concept felt like a stab at Desmond's heart, causing an awkward smile opposed to a friendly one to light his face.
"Hello... Can I help you?" Desmond choked out awkwardly.
Originally, this day was blissful since it could be spent with Zachary and Alice who were beginning to feel similar to family for the ginger, but now there was concern. As he stood awkwardly blocking the passage between the house and the outside world, the nephilim's mind orbited around the worrying notion of his crush dating somebody else. Alas, Desmond found himself unable to fault the angel for dating somebody else as his self-conscious feelings began to point out the various flaws in both his personality and appearance. The essence of a frown desired to tug the corners of the ginger's lips down as an uncomfortable feeling began to enter his stomach.
There was frustration conquering Desmond's mind due to the freshly made revelation of the woman he rescued having no Assembly information. Despite the limit amount of time he worked, the nephilim felt a need arising for a break before attempting to scrounge up another mission. His green eyes trailed around the hallway before landing on Zachary, who he presumed would have left. Already Desmond found himself feeling bashful again, his gaze immediately flitting towards the bland tile floor. There was an awkward silence, the scout becoming clueless on how to break it. Fears about saying something that would make Zachary dislike him were swirling in his head, making his anxious emotions increase. Then the compliment arrived, causing a deep blush across Desmond's face the moment it reached his ears. Failure in the appearance department had been certain to the nephilim, but fortunately his crush still found him attractive. It was incredible to the scout that the handsome doctor would have the benevolence to provide the compliment. Eye contact was becoming difficult as Desmond's heart rate increased.
"Y-you really think so?" He asked nervously. "Th-thank you. Umm..."
There was a requirement in Desmond's mind to reciprocate the compliment that Zachary had graciously given him. Slowly, the nephilim's eyes drifted towards his attractive crush and found himself being mesmerized by the man's beauty. It caused his cheeks to deepen in red before his eyes darted away in nervousness.
"You... look incredible, the nephilim mumbled in return automatically.
The response seemed to flow naturally despite the amount of nervousness in Desmond's emotions. More blush touched the ginger's cheeks as he realized what he has mumbled, his eyes locked on the floor. When the question about lunch arrived it caused the nephilim to look at the handsome doctor in shock. The concept of Zachary asking him of all people to go to lunch was making his heart skip beats in excitement. He attempted a grin, but instead ended up with an awkwardly shy smile.
"Uhh, sure... sounds great," Desmond answered nervously. There was a pause as the nephilim remembered that the angel had been waving at somebody. "Uhhh... is the person you were waving at coming too?"
The scout remained under the presumption that Zachary had not been waving at him. There was worry that perhaps the attractive doctor had a crush on one of the patients or other medical staff which caused Desmond's heart to ache.
There was annoyance passing through the air over the woman's ignorance to go to a hospital in the first place. The situation, from what Desmond examined, could have turned critical should he had not interfered in saving the stranger's life. The financial problems that plagued his home life would not assisted with relinquishing his shift and bickering with this shifter. When the snapping began, the nephilim released an irritated sigh when the woman insisted about not desiring to be placed in a similar hospital. There was a nasty desire to argue back at the shifter, but Desmond remained quiet since it would likely make the situation worse. At the request to leave her alone, the ginger heard the shifting of Zachary moving to wordlessly leave the room. He glanced at the door that his crush had exited with an inclination to follow; technically he was off duty now.
Slowly, the nephilim began walking towards the threshold, sparing a glance at the shifter who remained on the bed before sliding out the door. Information could not be discovered in this situation which irritated the ginger. Once across the threshold, his eyes remained lowered with a downcast appearance. He felt stressed from the situation, his mind clouded with endless amounts of concerns. There was a sense of failure when the conclusion arrived that he would be incapable of gaining important information was more worrisome due to the consequences that would arrive with them.
The glares shot towards Desmond by the dark haired female were not bothering him remotely due to his immense carelessness. Concerns about the necessary information plagued the scout's mind, making the glares meaningless to the focused thoughts. Naturally, it was the nephilim's job to seek information and his intentions was to complete his mission without problem. Although, the annoyed look the stranger shot Zachary caused the ginger to feel mildly irritated, but he held back. Mentally, Desmond began listing off a number of defenses for the handsome doctor to keep the woman detained in the hospital walls, the most prominent being that her health for poor and he only desired to assist. Noticing his furious mental defending, the nephilim's cheeks tinted a slight pink; he sometimes wished he possess the courage or opportunity to state those arguments.
In this case, however, the scout was attempting to avoid being pushed into a negative opinion according to the shifter who he required knowledge from. When the conversation changed towards what the ginger required, he listened intently, but found himself displeased. His green eyes flitted to Zachary, seeing the confirming nod before hastily returning to the woman before a blush could colour his face. There was no connection towards the Assembly of Phantoms according to both the stranger and Zachary, which meant Desmond had given away his shift for nothing. Being apart of a family plagued by financial issues, the concept concerned him personally and furthermore the information search provided zero results. An annoyed sigh escaped the nephilim's lips as his self-conscious thoughts made it difficult to discover any positive points towards remaining here. Displaying his rather carelessly messy appearance to Zachary made him believe that the doctor not possessed negative thoughts towards him.
More effort could have been taken, although, the nephilim admittedly was aware his hair was bound to be tousled from being airborne. The early hours of the day still remained, but Desmond already felt horrible.
"Then why didn't you just go to the hospital or looked for healing?" Desmond asked, accidentally adding more irritation to his voice than he had desired. "This all could have been avoided if you had done so."
Obvious by both tone and countenance, the annoyance in the woman's recklessness in avoiding a hospital was evident to all. Instead of allowing the other individuals in the room to witness it, Desmond's gaze shifted elsewhere despite his requirement to detect lies. This day was holding the attitude of being a bad one for the nephilim, which remained a concern. Stress was becoming a common in today's events and suggested that more would shortly follow afterwards.
A moderate feeling of relaxation transcended over Desmond once he successfully made contact with the german shepherd and transported them back to her room. When the colours and general room layout was revealed, the nephilim calmed and granted the shifter her release as he pulled away to shake his hand. Touching was a despicable action, but it could be tolerated for short periods of time. For a few moments, his eyes flitted towards the hand that had made contact with the german shepherd, until the woman began yelling at him. His gaze lazily trailed back towards the female stranger with a careless countenance since he did not find the anger hurtful; in fact he lacked the care over somebody being furious at him.
"You're not done here. Nobody gave you clearance, plus I still need to speak with you," Desmond responded.
A silence came over Desmond as he watched the nurse tend to the female shifter. It currently appeared that the stranger did not have intent to fight the medical team, or at least for the time being. When he heard the sounds of footsteps closing in on the patient's room, the nephilim glanced towards the door. As Zachary entered the room, the ginger already felt his heart rate increasing and the small smile accompanied by the thanks sent it into a fit. As blush coloured his face, Desmond glanced away as anxiousness enveloped him instantly.
"N-no problem," he squeaked out.
The blushed increased immensely when the scout noticed the nervous, high-pitch of him voice. Conversing with Zachary was always difficult considering the handsome doctor always sparked the flustered emotions. Deep breaths were taken, extensive in length in hopes of soothing his heart palpitations. He listened to Zachary speak with his patient, apologizing and displaying his infamous kindness which was endearing to the ginger which caused his heart to flutter again. Once his heart rate calmed, Desmond moved closer to the shifter in order to inquire about what occurred prior to the pipsqueak attack and how she had acquired her burns.
"How exactly did you get those burns, if you don't mind me asking?" Desmond began politely. "I would especially like to know in case it connects to the Assembly of Phantoms. Any information about them is welcomed."
There were tones of courteousness to Desmond's voice as he spoke to the shifter in hopes it would prompt answering his questions. Nobody would desire speaking to an individual who acted in a loathsome behavior. As the nephilim spoke, his eyes remained locked on the stranger out of concern that a single glance at his beautiful crush would cause the palpitations and anxiety to return.
There was an anxiousness that consumed Desmond as he silently leaned against the wall staring at his boots as though they would give him advice on how to converse with Zachary. Mere thoughts about the attractive angel doctor made the nephilim's heart fluttered in both delight and nervousness over interacting with him. The desire to overcome this attitude was heavy in the scout's list of wants, but Zachary was somebody who managed to connect into his little world. Furthermore, Desmond found the angel to be one he was capable of trusting despite the lasting stigma his mother had created those years ago. Hearing the nurse's approach startled the ginger away from his thoughts due to suddenly believing that perhaps his crush had arrived to speak with him. For only a mere moment was Desmond tense, it gradually dissipated with the realization it was the nurse.
The provided briefing of the woman's condition was partially a disappointment since prior he had an excuse to speak with Zachary. There was the flustered attitude that the scout could imagine vividly, but he still craved even a minuscule moment with the wonderful angel doctor. Mentally, Desmond kept track of the words that were mentioned, connecting them towards his theory of a possible Assembly of Phantoms attack. His thoughts were shortly interrupted by the sudden ruckus which drew the scouts attention. Noticing the rushing german shepherd alongside the words Zachary spoke made it obvious to the scout that the woman he brought in was a shifter.
"On it!" The nephilim responded quickly before going the direction the shifter had taken.
Instinctively, Desmond began to follow with intentions of catching the female shifter with determination to make his lingering around the hospital meaningful to the TRS. Discovering what happened to cause that burn was important, especially due to the possible link to the Assembly of Phantoms. If there was information that could be provided about the villainous organization, the ginger needed to obtain it. Even the smallest shreds of facts were required to assist in the efforts against the Assembly of Phantoms. The sinister attacks on citizens and constant threatening towards the world drove Desmond to attempt to run faster; his 9 years of scouting showing with his agility.
The nephilim followed her down the halls, watching her access the stairwell. That was when an idea entered Desmond's mind since the stairs were a cornering point. Instantly, the white light appeared as the ginger teleported to the bottom of the stairway. There was always the possibility of the young shifter retreated back upstairs where somebody who had heard Zachary could hopefully catch her. When he saw the german shepherd at the bottom of the stairs, the nephilim was quick to reach out in hopes of making contact to allow himself to teleport her back upstairs. Should he accomplish the act, Desmond prayed that this mysterious woman would not cause him further trouble.
Carrying the woman for the short amount of time that Desmond was forced into caused him to feel extremely uncomfortable. The closeness and touching were becoming a bother and the nephilim found himself shaking and mentally chastising himself for said quivering. His lacking in capability in handling the concept of touch was pathetic, and the ginger attempted to fight through it when the nurse approached. There was the slightest bit of shakiness when she drew closer what had occurred. A small pause was taken for a deep breath and lengthy exhale in order to smooth his voice to make himself understandable; he could easily imagine the stuttering mess of gibberish that would have flowed if not. He followed the nurse's lead while speaking about what happened.
"I'm not completely sure. I was doing my job and noticed she was in pain, next thing I knew she fainted and was bleeding," Desmond explained. He narrowly kept the trembling from his voice.
Once the woman was transferred from Desmond's hold to the bed, the scout physically eased at the concept. For a few moments, the nephilim allowed himself time to calm before following since it was required to report in his opinion. There was always a possibility that an Assembly of Phantoms member was involved in the assault against the unconscious woman. As a scout, Desmond felt required to gather more information, thus he remained with the curious patients for a few moments. That was when the ginger noticed him and self-conscious thoughts shortly consumed him. Zachary was working today, and considering it was the early hours, the scout had not taken much consideration into his appearance. His hair remained slightly disheveled and the aftermath of the minor incident left his uniform wrinkled and somewhat blood speckled. When the wave accompanied by a smile was given, Desmond's heart fluttered and the nephilim bashfully glanced away with pink tinting his cheeks.
The concept of Zachary thinking ill of him always made him anxious and furthermore, Desmond shoved away the concept of the handsome doctor waving at him. For a few moments, the scout stared at the threshold his crush had entered while the patients cleared away for gossip. A sigh escaped the nephilim's lips, he could already imagine the embarrassment he appeared as. Instead of dwelling near the door, Desmond walked away a few paces into a quiet section of hallway where he grabbed the radio. Immediately, it was turned on and brought to his lips.
"Did you find them?" Desmond began and the answer returned as a negative. "Well get a different scout. That girl wasn't just scratched by a couple of pipsqueaks so if possible I want to monitor her condition and see if I can question her. They were chasing her when I noticed, so perhaps an Assembly member attacked her then released her with the sick intention of letting those terrors chase her down. So watch your back, get extra hunters or scouts if needed."
Each word was stated firmly, giving reason for possibly belief of Zeredah's allies being involved. Once the hunter confirmed they would accomplish the commands, Desmond sighed again and leaned heavily against the wall. It was still the early hours of morning and the nephilim felt exhausted and flustered after seeing Zachary. When his thoughts returned to the doctor, his heart fluttered as he realized he needed condition information which meant he would be required to speak with his crush again. The blush returned to his cheeks over the thought, this was going to be an interesting conversation when it arrived and Desmond was not certain how to initiate it. Instead of searching for the doctor, his gaze drifted towards his boots as he pondered how he was possibly going to start a conversation without seeming like a fool.
The correction about the dizziness infirmity caused Desmond to glance towards the stranger with a concerned expression. Unfortunately, the nephilim knew he could not enforce the concept of resting considering that refusal could ultimately lead to the idea of touch, thus the subject remained untouched. Instead, the ginger returned to radio and began relaying direction while answering inquiries given by his comrade. The operations were running smoothly until finally the scout's focus returned to the young woman who responded to his question about her wellness with a concerning answer. The struggling alongside the mentioning of her back caused Desmond to walk behind her to take a look, watching as the blood appeared which widened his eyes. There was no hesitation as the radio was brought to his lips and the nephilim fired off a quick explanation and left the tracker on an abandoned counter.
Leaving a critically injured citizen to wait for medics was foolish, and the scout knew better. When he heard the sounds of somebody falling was when the panic truly began settle in as Desmond's green eyes looked over at the unconscious form. The radio was retired to the secure point as the nephilim rushed over, heart beating rapidly at the very thought of touch. It remained a concept that terrified Desmond, but there was a requirement. Gently, the scout picked the girl up which already caused the shaking to settle in while he attempted to focus on teleporting to the hospital in order for assistance; the TRS building was simply too far away. There was a portion of him silently praying that Zac was not working. The man was a hard worker, but the ginger could already imagine the heat and redness of his face caused from being around him.
Once again the white light returned as the nephilim invoked his teleportation and managed to get to the hospitals front steps where he was noticed immediately by an early morning patient. Narrowly, Desmond was capable of walking towards the doors which were shortly opened while somebody left to fetch a gurney. The nephilim's breathing remained rather quick paced while he walked with difficulties handling the close proximity and praying somebody would take the woman from his arms.
Insults, a majority of the time, were followed by rebukes. Constant jeering towards the girl caused the facade to be retired, at least for now. A smirk graced Desmond's lips as he regarded his fellow TRS member, the negative comment she through back lacking effect. Caring for the thoughts of others was simply not a consciousness taken by the nephilim. Being subjected to the occasion bullying impart from his tricks and lack of wealth caused his sensitivity towards brash comments to decrease. The slightest hints of a chuckle escaped Desmond's lips upon viewing the annoyed countenance on Fen's face. When she indicated it was due to the nickname an amused expression crawled onto the scout's face; it appeared he has met another person who disliked the aliases he gave. Although, the irritation and insistence against the nickname would not be enough to cause the trickster to stop; teasing could arrive from invoking it.
"Awww, did the bubblegum turn sour?" Desmond teased, still grinning. "Besides, it's your fault for trying to trick me. Besides, I've given worse nicknames. You should be happy with bubblegum."
After a few moments, Desmond's hands left the warm pits of his pockets. The fingers were felt, the stinging coldness had now fled them alongside the redness from being shoved into freezing water. A barely audible crunch was heard from his mouth as the lollipop was finished, the condensed paper-wrapped retrieved from his mouth and placed in the opposite pocket of his stash. While the ginger stood, his grey wings twitched slightly, insisting that their master soar through the skies above once more; they always itched for the embrace of flying.
"Anyways, now that we're done with the trickery, why are you actually here?" Desmond began as he adjusted the headphone. "Is there actual work to be done or something? Being bait for the Assembly or somethin'?"
The inquiries remained out of mild curiosity and partially over concern about whether he was interfering by remaining in the area merely for flying. As he relayed his question, the ginger turned away from the ravenette and adjusted the volume to be a pinch lower to assure that he would be capable of hearing her. A long breath was taken, Desmond's green eyes staring at the lake that stretched in front of him. The winter scenery was spectacular considering the fog had cleared, revealing the hoarfrost coating the skeleton trees. It shimmered in the hints of sunlight, creating a peaceful and undisturbed atmosphere if somebody simply ignored the conversation (if it could be referred to as such) between himself and Renée. Although, as it currently stood there appeared no other souls were in sight and the world around them remained still.
Touch was oftentimes associated as a natural humane action between friends, family, and lovers. A majority of people considered it a simple positive among those treasured, but to others individual did not matter and touching was a forbidden act. For Desmond, the concept of touching has transformed into an activity of hatred to the young nephilim. Touch had grown stigmatized after being emotionally shattered for days by his ex and was oftentimes avoided whenever possible. Alas, this situation he needed physical contact with the mysterious woman in order to assure her safety from the following pests. Despite being tiny and weak, pipsqueaks could manage to create some nasty scratches if they managed to get close enough. There was also the lingering thought of saving her being an occupational requirement as a TRS agent and generally good citizen (with the exception of those troublesome and tricky moments).
The scout's gaze remained locked on the ravenette, hand remaining extended while he wings carried him forward. Acceleration remained on the decrease as distance between himself and the stranger shortened. There was concern while Desmond waited for to witness her hand extend out since there was first hesitation. It caused a seed of worry to plant itself in the pit of his stomach as he neared the woman. The distance was closing, but relief was arriving as the stranger worked towards raising her hand. Although, there was newfound concern over the woman's struggle to raise her arm which made it obvious to the observant scout that there was a problem. Injury was a possibility, permanent or otherwise, which suggested a possible need to inquire about her difficulty later. Fortunately, there was success in raising her hand Desmond managed to make contact and the instant he felt his hand collide with her's he teleported.
In a flash of white light, they were transported into a nearby building where, theoretically, they would be safer. Once the transportation was completed, Desmond's hand pulled away from the stranger as he decelerated enough to gently land on his knees; the ceiling's height was too low to initiate a proper landing. Shortly, the nephilim's grey wings folded behind him and he slowly stood from the wood floor and inspected their surroundings. It appeared to be an abandoned store, which was an improvement to accidentally breaking into somebody's apartment or an active place of business. His gaze flitted back towards the girl when she stated her thanks and appeared wobbly.
"Not a problem, but you should sit down. You look a little dizzy," he responded calmly.
Afterwards, the radio was raised to his lips as he quietly fed the hunter following him the location alongside any additional information. Time was taken by the nephilim to assure the hunter was capable of arriving here and defeating the pipsqueaks who had chased the young woman. Naturally, Desmond hoped to monitor the terrors' movements, but for the time being he needed to inquire the stranger. If she was injured, then a doctor or medic was required to examine her and assure the stranger's safety.
"Hey, you alright? You seemed you had a little trouble back there and you look unbalanced," Desmond asked.
Assisting this stranger was the first necessity considering in the scout's mind the citizen (or at least he believed she was a citizen) always came before tracking. There were always multiple chances to discover a terror's location, but there was not always a second chance of living a long and healthy life.
Ultimately, today's list of tasks were viewed as simplistic since they merely consisted of leading a rookie hunter around to kill some rampant pipsqueaks. Pipsqueaks were not particularly dangerous, but nonetheless still remained a nuisance to the citizens of Lorsette who TRS agents, like Desmond, had vowed to keep safe. Thus, high above the city heights, embraced by the chilly morning air the nephilim flew with the use of his large grey wings. Yesterday's business had left his wings itching for flight, which made the simple TRS related job pleasant for stretching them out. Dressed in his regular uniform and a radio secured to his belt, the tall man had dubbed himself prepared to handle the menial task. Although, his ginger hair remained slightly messy and had been lazily pulled away from his green eyes by a simple brown headband that settled on his forehead.
As it currently stood, the nephilim's appearance were of little significance considering he was not planning to see Zachary today; admittedly though he was searching for an excuse to. Should he be inquired, the man would never admit that he was crushing on the adorable medic considering how frightened he was of love. Those thoughts got shoved away well Desmond flew, a tracker resting in the uniform's inner pocket to allow the hunter to be aware of his location. It was simpler than constant radio based explanations in the scout's opinion. Well he flew, the ginger's green eyes observed the ground activity that was mostly motionless due to the early hours. A majority of the population feared terrors since they were monstrous beasts who gleefully killed whatever they could manage to get their paws on. Initially, it caused the nephilim to believe the attempt to search for the pipsqueaks from above was futile until he witnessed a young woman who was horribly dressed for the weather running.
Although, her run was ended quickly as she tripped, tumbling to the ground. The scout's green eyes widened as he watched the pipsqueaks draw closer for a few moments until finally diving from his current location. Air blew straight into the nephilim's face as he dove towards the ground, his distance from the woman still rather far. Speed increased during his dive and once close to the ground he pulled up a bit to end up vertical, his stomach facing the concrete sidewalk. Slowing down would be difficult, but Desmond was gradually working towards making his speed decrease as he grew closer.
"Hey, extend your hand up!" Desmond shouted to the girl.
His own hand reached out despite how much he despised touching, the nephilim knew that physical contact would allow him to teleport the woman to a safer location. Radioing the hunter who followed could wait until Desmond was certain the woman was safe from immediate harm; it was apart of his job to protect citizens after all. Thus well he flew close to the sidewalk, the nephilim prayed that he would be capable of grabbing the girl's hand and teleporting her.
[ I will leave it up to you whether or not he is successful. If he is, feel free to state that he teleported them to someplace hidden since Des would be likely to do that. ]
Upon the response towards the nickname Desmond had given the his newest acquaintance, a laugh escaped his mouth. Obviously, Demetria did not enjoy the concept of the random nickname the ginger had given her, which was strangely marvelous. Having acquired something the woman possessed a distaste for meant that he could pursue teasing the vampire with it. The idea brought forth ponder on how she would react should he decide to invoke the despised nickname in more conversations. For the nephilim, the temptation to tease somebody was simply too difficult to resist. When Demetria answered his question about where she had originated from, a mischievous chuckle came from Desmond. A lip-tight smile was used to favor the girl, child-like enjoyment already sparkling in his green eyes.
"Oh? So you are a Princess from Japan? Sounds pretty awesome, bet you wear kimonos and everything," the nephilim teased.
There was a gleam of satisfaction despite not gauging Demetria's reaction; teasing took time to cause an explosion. Either way, Desmond was already mentally playing with the concept. Although he was a scout, the ginger did not pry further into Demetria's world due to the short answer. For him, it was cue to cease inquiries unless it became a requirement; it was a cue he invoked himself during conversations. The nephilim was a private person after all, which meant he preferred to remain hushed about his life until he felt somebody earned the chance to learn; had proven themself as trustworthy. At the thought of trust, his mind lingered to a face which caused the smile on Desmond's lips to broaden slightly. At the mention of more time to do hobbies, a shrug was apart of the scout's response.
"Meh, don't do too much that requires a bunch of time. Besides, I still gotta work," he answered simply.
At the mentioning of night bias, Desmond shrugged and gently chuckled. He truthfully did not mind either times, but night always possessed an alluring aura for the nephilim. The calming silence alongside a sky filled to the brim with stars and a large white moon always held an inviting air to it. Though, that was shortly hashed when he heard large steps slamming into the earth and what sounded like the squealing of metal joints. It caused the scout to stiffen, straightening from his position and summoning his grey wings. The noises were familiar to the nephilim from years spent under the stars observing deadly, inhumane creatures. Shortly, Desmond's green eyes caught the shape of mixed with machine and human; a mutant type terror. In the scout peripherals he noticed Demetria draw a pistol which caused his eyes to flit back to her. That was unlikely to stop that monster before it reached them.
Instantly, Desmond reached his hand out to grab the vampire's arm in hopes to escape the threat momentarily. Fighting with a possible civilian (Desmond did not know her well enough to label her a TRS member) and himself as a scout brought grave hopes of winning. He was trained to defend himself, not properly fight these monsters! Once his hand made contact, the nephilim teleported them to behind the fountain that sat near the center of the park. He ducked behind it, wings pressing close to his back while his right hand reached for the TRS radio he had jammed into the pocket of his jeans.
"Duck down, and if you want to run away, do it when I tell you to," Desmond stated.
For a few moments, Desmond watched from behind the cover and flicked on the radio. Once on, he began relying directions and summing up the situation in a hushed voice.
"There is a terror in Crow Feather Park, I am here with a bystander I believe. We need hunters here immediately. Nobody has been hurt as of currently, but may be best to bring a medic too," the nephilim uttered.
The ginger's name was left out, opting to instead work towards getting hunters here as quick as possible. Being in a situation with mutant terrors were never a positive considering their animal traits. They could hear at an excellent pitch and furthermore some had an increased sense of smell. In silence, the nephilim watched the terror with observant eyes well awaiting reinforcement.
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