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.
Since the wonderful members of TDOM enjoy the site enough to play around on it, this thread is to assist with the site's tidying! Functionality is important and we want to make the site functional even if its activity will be minimal at best!
honey, don't play a nasty game with me. I don't wanna get hurt well lookin' for love.
[attr="class","isidoretalker"]Hearts were a fluttering in the depths of Isidore's ribcage. Endless happiness manifesting at the sheer thought of the man inside the cell was this mysterious Lambert opposed to the malicious Krueger. Assembly of Phantoms members were something that frightened Isidore, solely from the reputation contributions of Kiawe... If anybody made the ward medic shudder, it would be the man who trusted a knife into his back. A smile graced Isidore's lips as he listened to the mysterious older man who declared Krueger was actually Lambert.
Displeasure could have been haunting the captured man, however, Isidore's intrigue consumed him. He wanted to learn about the questionable man he received as a soulmate. The older gentleman fished his phone from the depths of his pockets, a curious glint flashing in Isidore's brown eyes. A gasp left the dark-haired man's lips upon seeing the photograph of what Lambert actually looked like. Stunning red locks atop his head with matching ruby eyes that gleamed in the light. Immediately, the bespectacled man's heart fluttered immensely.
"Why would he dye his hair?" Isidore mumbled unconsciously. "I love it."
Realization dawned quickly, resulting in red conquering Isidore's cheeks and the bridge of his nose. Bashful emotions successfully won the battle of his heart, causing his brown eyes to meet the concrete prison floor. He failed to answer the question about Harrison and Lambert being different people because of his embarrassment. He listened as the older man proceeded to speak to the handsome giant. Fake death and desires for attention, the situation was a tad dramatic for Isidore's tastes, but, he wanted to be involved.
The anger displayed by Lambert surprised Isidore, the bespectacled man flinching but recovering quickly. Silently, Isidore listened to their conversation, the squeak of a jailhouse door and the rustle of a man leaving his rickety cot... then suddenly the stomping of feet running down a hallway. The adamant proclamation of being Krueger had filled the corridors before being followed by Lambert sprinting down the prison hall.
"H-hey, come back!" Isidore shouted after him.
The spirit began running after Lambert, praying he could catch up. His heart craved knowledge about his assumed soulmate enough that tinges of sorrowful pain pricked him. Long strides were taking, heart beating rapidly in as he desperately tried to close distance, but to no avail... Only moments into the chase did Isidore's clumsy feet tangle in one another. The right foot bumped into the heel of the left, unbalancing him and sending him toppling towards the ground.
honey, don't play a nasty game with me. I don't wanna get hurt well lookin' for love.
[attr="class","isidoretalker"]After stationing himself cross-legged on a concrete floor, Isidore failed to maintain track of the expected meal. Without an answer, he decided to ask the guards to retrieve Krueger’s dinner to assure the prisoner’s health. A proper solution to the inquiry could be provided upon the arrival of the consumables. Minutes after the request, the sounds of shoes tapping on concrete echoed down the corridor of cells, growing louder with every rhythmic thud. The dull brown eyes of the spirit observed the guard’s approach to the cell. There was hope this attempt to persuade Krueger to eat would go well.
The guard, a lanky man with a slim face and greasy blond hair glanced between the closed-cell and Isidore. There was confusion evident on the blond guard’s face as he attempted to assess the situation. Hours ago they were threatening Krueger with an ugly piece of tubbing with a bag attached and now a plate was being marched down. Compared to the previous forceful and tense circumstances, the situation was notched down several degrees from the heated boil it was. Threats thrown through iron bars had ceased, allowing for an unexpected calmness to enter the area of confinement for Krueger.
Furthermore, the blender and food tube was returned to the medical ward where it could be cleaned and used more purposefully. The guard’s fish-like eyes finally landed on Isidore, searching for instruction.
“Slide it in, he agreed to eat,” Isidore quietly explained.
With those words, the fish-eyed guard hastily nodded, balancing the tray on a single hand. The hand’s partner fumbled for the cell keys, eventually grabbing them to unlock the jail cell. The door was opened with a soft squeak as the guard entered and set Krueger’s tray down. Afterwards, he hastily scurried out and locked the door before heading down the hallway. The spirit’s eyes watched him for a second before accomplishing an unimpressed eye roll and returning to Krueger. The black-haired young medic watched as the Assembly soldier approached the tray and began eating.
A gentle smile embraced Isidore’s countenance when he finally witnessed Krueger eating. The phantom-esk pain finally dissipated from his stomach as the blue-haired man ate.
“Is it good?” Isidore asked, grinning.
Happiness was available in the spirit’s voice as he eased. The starving prisoner was consuming his meal, meaning he would be spared from further hunger afflictions. A few steps away from the cell were taken to stretch Isidore’s legs. Several hours of praying for mercy from a ruthless, hard floor maintained some stiffness in his legs and soreness in his bottom. Time passed as Krueger ate, finishing the contents of his tray and pushing it towards the door. Pleasant words escaped the blue-haired man’s mouth as he lumbered towards his bed. It was fun chatting with you.
Several heartbeats skipped inside Isidore’s chest because of the words stated. The man who he assumed was his soulmate ENJOYED THEIR CONVERSATION! Already over-zealous thoughts of relationships and marriage filtered through Isidore’s head as his cheeks turned a pale red.
“I enjoyed talking to you too,” he responded cheerfully as he turned away.
A guard would arrive later to unlock the cell and fetch the emptied containers of food. Meanwhile, the spirit would retreat, a skip in his step and a broad smile on his face. He would take the remainder of the evening off and spend a wonderful night with his family. Alas, all through the night thoughts of fantasized versions of a princely Krueger existed in his mind.
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Days passed since the magnificent day Isidore became acquainted with his presumed soulmate, Harrison Acaster, according to the TRS records. The name of the infamous Krueger was something stowed in their database, alas, little information was provided. Fortunately, Isidore was given some basics about his recent patient and love curiosity. The man was a giant, his birthday was March 15th and around his age, however, those were among the limits of the knowledge gathered. A majority of the TRS information was based upon the man’s crimes up until his capture.
Merrily, Isidore entered the medical ward, tucking his items into his locker before heading down to the prison block to greet his patient. Excitement tingled through his nerves as he descended the stairs, expression bright. His shoes hit the concrete flooring of the prison area. His dull brown eyes taking a glance around before navigating the hallways to Krueger's cell. The blue-haired man was eating regularly, but Isidore still took the liberty to assess his progress and assure everything was operating smoothly.
As he walked the TRS prison corridors, his eyes noticed an older man walking ahead of him. There was nothing out of place about the individual in question, the TRS uniform around his shoulders keeping the spirit silent. Yet, their turns were matched, Isidore seemingly following the stranger. Peculiar, but the ward medic shrugged off what he assumed was a coincidence. Alas, when they arrived to the area that contained Krueger, the man began shouting. The field medic moved closer, confusion etching on his features as he realized the man was speaking to the Assembly soldier...
Rather than use the name Krueger or Harrison, he referred to the imprisoned man as 'Lambert'. The words being shouted implied the man Isidore believed was his soulmate was assumed dead before reappearing as Krueger? The spirit glanced between the stranger and "Krueger", befuddlement obvious as he attempted to make sense of the situation. The exchange continued, a single word clearing the endless torrent of questions, twin.
"Twin..." Isidore whispered before looking at the older man. "W-wait... so he isn't Kruger? He's... his twin?"
The black-haired medic inquired, craving clarity about the entire situation. If this was the blue-haired soldier's twin, then it meant he was not starting to find interest in an Assembly member. Although, it also meant his facts gathering was time he could have invested in conversing with his assumed soulmate... Either way, Isidore discovered relief in the revelation about his recent curiosity.
Perhaps they could be a normal couple and regularly attend dates without people whispering behind their backs! The notion brought excitement into the spirit's heart and soon confusion shifted to a hopeful smile.
honey, don't play a nasty game with me. I don't wanna get hurt well lookin' for love.
[attr="class","isidoretalker"]A single goal echoed through Isidore's mind as he watched Kruger. The spirit's legs were crossed as he watched the blue-haired man. After the hours that passed, the dark-haired man's bottom felt sore and his legs slightly stiff. The man behind those thick bars could potentially be Isidore's soulmate, the individual his heart longed for. A romantic partner, the one relationship the young spirit craved and returned to Earth to search for. Hopes were high as Isidore watched the freshly woken man.
A comment was made about Isidore still being present which was promptly responded to with a hasty nod. Prayers were sent about his white lie successfully persuading the prisoner to eat something. Should his belief be correct, the spirit's soulmate would want to avoid responsibility in making him starve, right? Heartbeats happily skipped as Isidore's eyes widened at the joyous decision Kruger arrived at. Finally, the man he presumed as his soulmate agreed to eat the food being offered by the TRS. Relief flowed over Isidore, however, it disappeared quickly from the stipulation provided.
After everything was finished, Isidore was required to return home and spend time with his family... His soulmate seemed caring despite his association with the Assembly of Phantoms...
"O-okay," Isidore responded softly before calling down the hallway. "Can someone grab Krueger's supper, please?"
Slowly, he stood, somewhat wobbly after spending time sitting on the concrete floor. The spirit's fingers wrapped around the bars. Gradually, he managed to steady himself, blood flowing fully through his legs. He watched down the hallway, waiting for somebody to arrive with Krueger's food.
honey, don't play a nasty game with me. I don't wanna get hurt well lookin' for love.
[attr="class","isidoretalker"]Every motion was watched as the guards hauled Krueger back onto the cell's bed. The man barely moved an inch after the words Isidore stated, however, who knows when sweet slumber claimed him. Nonetheless, the spirit found his heart aching at the thought of his alleged soulmate slipping into the realm of sleep during a crucial discussion. Did the blue-haired man who shared his pain care naught? The thought frightened the young ward medic who yearned for the intoxicated emotions that arrived with being smitten.
A soft sigh escaped his lips as Isidore sat down outside the TRS prison cell. The guards hardly bothered him, believing the medic would consider persuading Krueger to eat. It was among the spirit's significant duties. However, Isidore planned on waiting until the man he was charged with caring for woke. He kept his TRS addition radio on to listen for emergency cases that would require a magically inclined individual. His task was to assure Krueger consumed something to avoid him starving to death, hence he would patiently wait.
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Hours passed before there was a stir from inside the cell. The bespectacled spirit waiting, watching through all those hours. In the time, a pain had settled in his stomach, one he had not felt since his death. Hunger pains manifested from a lack of food consumption; another proof that the man inside the cell could be his soulmate. When Krueger woke, Isidore stared at him through the bars.
"Still haven't eaten," Isidore mumbled.
Plenty of time had been spent waiting for Krueger to rouse. There were hopes his theorized soulmate would abandon this pursuit because of the "pain" Isidore was inflicting on himself via not eating. Spirits did not receive those complications, but as stated, Krueger did not need to know his species.
honey, don't play a nasty game with me. I don't wanna get hurt well lookin' for love.
[attr="class","isidoretalker"]Smoothly the key slipped into the handcuffs around Krueger's wrist. When the blue-haired man inquired about what he was doing, Isidore merely rolled his eyes and proceeded with his task. There was suspicions lurking inside the spirit's mind, heart fluttering with hope. Sensing another's pain was a symptom of a soulmate connection, which was something he searched for endlessly. While he prayed for a more favourable soulmate, the hopeless romantic craved the attention of the person he was destined to be with forever.
The key was turned inside the hole, the cuffs clicking as they were unlocked. Pressure was relieved from the Assembly soldier's wrists... but the peculiar sensations also ceased after releasing Krueger. Surprise flickered in Isidore's eyes, heart fluttering as realization dawned. An opportunity was provided should the information he knew about soulmates was indeed correct. This blue-haired man could potentially be his soulmate which meant destiny would connect them, right? The dramatic situation frightened Isidore, but fate was required to be kind, correct?
The man stated he was TRS, hence the kindness he provided. Curiosity entered Isidore's mind as he pondered the romantic possibilities. Would his benevolence persuade Krueger to change himself?! Excitement roamed through his mind, however, he was frightened by the blue-haired man's physical desires. Abruptly, the man pulled away, startling Isidore as the man retreated to his cell. A frown graced Isidore's lips, a soft sigh escaping his mouth. Slowly, he rose from his position on the floor, walking back towards the cell.
"I'm not eating until you do," he reminded the prisoner.
If they were truly soulmates, then certainly Krueger cared enough to avoid allowing him to "starve" right? The bespectacled man was hopeful to hear those long-desired words of love and affection from another individual. Years he spent searching for the individual he was destined to stand beside, and now he believed that man was laying outside the cell. Patiently, he waited for those sweet words only to hear soft snoring... Shock graced Isidore's face, concerns entering his mind. Maybe... he was just exhausted from being arrested?
Quietly, Isidore decided to allow Krueger an hour to sleep in hopes his kindness could persuade him to eat. As expected, the guards grabbed Lambert and took him into the cell to rest.
honey, don't play a nasty game with me. I don't wanna get hurt well lookin' for love.
[attr="class","isidoretalker"]The closeness created by the unexpected yanking had manifested some ill-favouring and disturbing circumstances for the young ward medic. Originally, he planned on merely removing the cuffs, however, the circumstance shifted to something more awkward and downright gross! Based on Krueger’s reactions, the blue-haired man possessed a genuine attraction towards the bespectacled spirit, but not in the respects Isidore desired from others. The attraction was physical based and lacked any consideration for his personality and behaviours. In short, it was shallow and superficial because of those factors.
An annoyed huff breached Isidore’s lips as he listened to the man request he return home. Pain echoed in his wrists as the cuffs clicked tighter. A brow rose as he gazed between his wrists and the mysterious soldier. Despite the awkwardness of the situation, Isidore merely opened a palm to take the guard’s key. Hesitantly, they provided, uncertain on how the spirit would handle this situation. Key in hand, the dark-haired man stood and walked over to Krueger. He kneeled behind him, hand grabbing one of his arms to try and unlock him.
“Honestly? You think I will allow you to just die?!” He asked rhetorically.
The medic attempted to slip the key into the locks of the cuffs. He refused to allow his patient to die if he could do something about it.
honey, don't play a nasty game with me. I don't wanna get hurt well lookin' for love.
[attr="class","isidoretalker"]Concerns filtered through Isidore's mind as courage fueled his decisions. Somebody was required to help, even if this blue-haired was an Assembly soldier. As a ward medic, one of the spirit's responsibilities was assisting others and he required help. Fortunately, the dark-haired man's hand managed to curl around Krueger's arm. At least this was the start to finally getting the prisoner uncuffed. From there, Isidore would finally receive the chance to possibly feed him and assure he would not die from starvation.
The sounds of jingling keys filled Isidore's ears as the guards managed to unlock the door and escape the prison cell. Dull brown eyes glanced behind Krueger as the guards prepared to hand the spirit the keys. Throughout the exchange, he failed to notice how he flustered the blue-haired man, but had noticed him get startled. Suddenly, Krueger pulled away, forcing Isidore's grip to tighten and pulling him with him. The spirit's heart raced as he stumbled with the blue-haired man, feeling them fall towards the hard floor.
Together they toppled, Isidore falling onto Krueger. A soft groan left his mouth, but only moments later he noticed the reaction the soldier was having. The spirit quickly pushed off, glaring at the uncontrolled action.
"What the heck?!" He exclaimed, scrabbling back.
The situation turned awkward in mere seconds and Isidore was uncertain what to do about it. There was a job to complete, however, it was difficult with these circumstances.
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