Welcome to The Duality of Man, an original animanga role-play that features numerous supernatural creatures. Unfortunately, these various species have distanced themselves because of the war that occurred thousands of years ago, plaguing some with eyes that only see their dualism. While others meddle themself with their differences, two groups fight, each attempting to eliminate the other in for their definition of worldly peace. These two groups of the Terror Response Syndicate (TRS) and the Assembly of Phantoms (AP). With individuals fighting merely over their differences, it brings uncertainty to the outcome of this war.
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Heat has broken through into a glorious summer. The snow has entirely dried through the spring, leaving to the brilliance of the warmer months. Terror activity has risen as people are brought out of their homes, leaving the TRS in a position of consistent work. Each are attempting to maintain victory in the endless struggle for power.
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honey, don't play a nasty game with me. I don't wanna get hurt well lookin' for love.
[attr="class","isidoretalker"]Responsibilities weighed heavily on Isidore’s shoulders as he sent the guards in to uncuff Krueger. Without food, the unfortunate prisoner would suffer and eventually die from starvation, therefore, he needed to persuade him to eat. Guarantees were nonexistent, especially in a situation where people were associated with the enemy. Assembly members would never trust TRS, even a mere medic searching for a solution. However, throughout his interaction with the blue-haired man, Isidore was admittedly getting frustrated by the man’s attitude.
First, the repulsive man inappropriately flirted with him then decided to favour him with a smirk while informing him he needed to take the cuffs off. The bespectacled medic narrowed his eyes at the blue-haired soldier in response, however, it was cut short. An odd pressure developed around Isidore’s wrists, prompting him to lift his hands and glance over the area. A brow furrowed as he gazed at his wrists, noticing nothing constricting them. What was happening? Briefly, he glanced between his wrists and Krueger, a little confused by the sensation.
Moments later his eyes returned to Krueger, watching the prison guard's attempts to capture him and free him from the handcuffs... only to be dodged. Successfully, the blue-haired man sprinted towards the door, slamming it shut on the guards. A startled gasp escaped Isidore's mouth as he backpedaled slightly. Although, it shifted to surprise when the prisoner claimed him a knight in shining armour. A breath was brought deeply into his lungs as he listened to the man's option.
"You said I could uncuff you... So I pick that option," Isidore responded, his steps slow. "You told me to do it myself."
With that, the TRS ward medic reached for Krueger's arm, praying he would not face negative repercussions for his actions. His mind screamed against the action, however, his heart said otherwise. As his fingertips connected with the soldier's arms, the spirit's heart fluttered wildly. Slowly, he tried to wrap his hand around Krueger's arm while the guards fumbled with the keys to unlock the cell.
honey, don't play a nasty game with me. I don't wanna get hurt well lookin' for love.
[attr="class","isidoretalker"]Medics were crucial to the Terror Response Syndicate, thus Isidore weighed a hefty responsibility upon his shoulders. People required healing, the ongoing war efforts manifesting a dangerous atmosphere around them. Hunters, scouts and even fellow medics received constant injuries, therefore, they required plenty of medical personnel. Although, Krueger’s position as an Assembly soldier brought up the inquiry of whether assuring his health was necessary. The blue-haired man was among the people who created those devastating wounds of his fellow TRS members… So why did he care?
The bespectacled man could have given up and returned to his regular shift in the ward, but instead stood glaring down a problematic prisoner. There was something stirring inside the spirit, a mysterious mix of emotions. A mingling of anger sparked from the man’s refusal to eat, but an underlying tone of concern accompanying it… To explain the peculiar brew of emotions felt impossible, as though something greater and invisible to their eyes connected them. It fed into Isidore’s determination to help the blue-haired man; it was necessary.
The bespectacled man listened as Krueger mentioned the handcuffs. Did he really think that would allow him to escape? The man foolishly claimed they would not allow him release from the handcuffs.
“Then I will get the guards to uncuff you. You need to eat,” Isidore said, arms crossed and voiced similar to a nagging mother.
He turned on a heel, facing the guards behind him, including the filth-covered one. They overheard the ward medic’s words and appeared surprised by the request. Only moments prior had Krueger lashed out and caused mischief. Their hesitance was detected by Isidore in their expressions, however, he was tasked with assuring Krueger would get properly fed.
"I need him uncuffed to make sure he eats and since he may have valuable information we could get, I recommend doing it so the higher ups are pleased," Isidore suggested to them.
A groan escaped the guards as they assisted their fallen comrade from the cement floor. Two remained as the others led their comrade to get a fresh uniform alongside a shower. He listened to Krueger's words and slowly turned back to face him. Through the iron bars, Isidore stared at the oddly attractive face. Only for a fleeting moment did the spirit's eyes linger before flitting away to gaze elsewhere. Yet, the effects were already cast in the form of a fluttering heart. Why did he keep reacting this way to an Assembly soldier?!
The spirit sighed softly, eyes refusing to meet Krueger's countenance as he answered. "I have no choice. I need you to eat. So I'm not eating until you do. So I will take being stubborn as a compliment."
The empty threat was accomplished out of desperation opposed to compassion. Theoretically, the blue-haired man may be unaware of the information surrounding his case... unless... Kiawe told him. Merely thinking about the name made Isidore's complexion turn paler, a quiver conquering his body. The malicious nephilim was a terrifying force... As Kruger began pacing inside the cell, Isidore found it easier to watch him. Steadily, the ward medic's dull brown eyes observed him, meanwhile, the guards were radioing for the keys to the handcuffs.
honey, don't play a nasty game with me. I don't wanna get hurt well lookin' for love.
[attr="class","isidoretalker"]Slow, disappointed steps carried Isidore outside the threshold of the cell. As he entered the corridor, the bespectacled man released a sigh through his lips. This shift was proving to be exponentially difficult because of Krueger's attitude. There was little the spirit could accomplish without the blended food. Admittedly, the ward medic was surprised the blue-haired man was still cuffed, but assumed it was a safety protocol because of how dangerous the notorious Krueger could be. The man was a soldier, somebody trained to fight for the Assembly of Phantoms.
While the other guards locked the door behind him to avoid Krueger escaping his cell. He glanced through the bars at the blue-haired prisoner trapped inside. A shout escaped his mouth, prompting Isidore to glare at the stranger locked inside. He wanted to enjoy the evening with his family, however, as a TRS medic, he was expected to help others. His occupation was immensely important, especially since lives hung in the balance. The Terror Response Syndicate could not cease their goals, else innocent people risked losing everything.
"No, not until you eat something," Isidore stated, crossing his arms. "Which means I'm not going home to eat until you have your supper."
The spirit possessed a stern expression as he stared at Krueger, clearly determined to make him eat. Somebody needed to assure he consumed supper. If the man cared enough about him to demand him to head home, maybe he would consume food to assure Isidore did not starve. There was no flaw to the plan because of the bespectacled man's species after all.
honey, don't play a nasty game with me. I don't wanna get hurt well lookin' for love.
[attr="class","isidoretalker"]The man’s vulgar desires would regularly make Isidore tense, however, he struggled to display those behaviours. There was something inside of the bespectacled man which insisted everything would be alright. While the spirit disliked the concept of moving closer, he failed to bring himself to hate Krueger for the inappropriate language. A majority of people would have sparked intense emotions of hatred over suggesting those topics, however, the mysterious blue-haired man did not earn those feelings. The dark-haired man struggled to comprehend the reason behind those emotions.
The spirit rolled his eyes when Krueger admitted he did not want to inform Isidore about texting the wrong number. An annoyed sigh automatically escaped his lips after hearing the blue-haired man’s words. The excuse was ridiculous and resulted in a slew of problematic obstacles. Nonetheless, Isidore attempted to exude an air of professionalism after his abrupt outburst and disproving words. The blue-haired man continued talking, forcing the spirit to resist serving him with an eye roll. He planned on trying at least, it was his duty as a medic to keep people healthy even if they were prisoners.
His fingers were wrapped the clear tube as he turned, eyes locking on Krueger. When prepared, he began approaching to administer the feeding tube. Steps were cautious as Isidore walked forward, reaching to grab the soldier's shoulders. Hands were getting closer to Krueger's shoulders, but suddenly he dodged his grip.
"H-hey!" Isidore shouted in surprise.
The bespectacled spirit backpedaled, eyes following the blue-haired man as he slipped by. Initially, Isidore believed the man was attempting to escape until a loud crash echoed through the prison cell. The prisoner's shoulder rammed into the cart, sending it rolling forward. A gasp escaped the mouth of a prison guard as the cart closed in, smacking into him. The TRS guard toppled to the floor, freshly blended food falling from the cart and covering him. A disgusted groan escaped his lips, the sounds of footsteps soon following as other guards arrived because of the unexpected noise.
Meanwhile, the medic stood inside, fingers curled around the translucent feeding tube and eyes wide with shock. The Assembly soldier spoke about leaving the cell. A soft sigh escaped the dark-haired man's lips as he retreated, exiting the cell and allowing the guards to close the door. Without the food, he could not carry out his task for the time being.
honey, don't play a nasty game with me. I don't wanna get hurt well lookin' for love.
[attr="class","isidoretalker"]Infuriated from the lies told by the infamous Krueger, Isidore begrudgingly prepared to carry out his work under the watchful eyes of a TRS guard. All the spirit desired was a pleasant evening spent among family, it was nothing ridiculous to request. Family were important people in the lives of most average individuals, hence his wishes to have a spectacular day alongside them. Gradually, Isidore prepared the feeding tube as he waited for someone to come down with a blended version of the previously offered food.
If Isidore guessed, the blended version would taste questionable since they mixed the food and allowed it to become something with a milkshake-like consistency. He doubted his complaints would be registered by the Assembly soldier. Why would an Assembly member care about his well-being in happiness? The comment was stated purely for venting purposes, nothing more, nothing less. The man began making an excuse for his actions, stating he was texted, therefore, he answered the request. An annoyed sigh escaped Isidore's lips as he listened to the blue-haired man.
"You could have told me I had the wrong number," he stated, clearly annoyed.
Patiently, Isidore waited for the kitchen staff to arrive with the obliterated food. He was shortly surprised by the words stated by the blue-haired man. They were met with a stern glare from the ward medic. This occupation was medical-based, therefore leaving out of nowhere with nobody to cover his shift could have dire consequences. When requested to leave, Isidore shook his head.
"No. I have a job to do. I would feel horrible for not trying," Isidore explained quietly with a slight edge of anger.
Footsteps could be heard venturing down the hallway as somebody arrived to deliver the blended food. It was placed on the table, however, Isidore was distracted by a different set of words. Red consumed Isidore's cheeks as his eyes flitted towards Krueger, narrowed with anger.
"NO WAY! I AM NOT SLEEPING WITH YOU!" He shouted, clearly aggravated.
Quickly, he finished his work with the feeding tube before walking over to grab the blue-haired man's shoulder. He attempted to persuade him into a sitting position to start putting the tube in.
honey, don't play a nasty game with me. I don't wanna get hurt well lookin' for love.
[attr="class","isidoretalker"]Silently, Isidore watched from the safety of the medical ward's threshold as the hunter cuffed Krueger. The easiness of the arrest dumbfounded the young spirit. Normally, Assembly members, especially soldiers, fought against being captured as though it meant life or death. They never ceased struggling, fighting until the moment they were forcibly caught by the hunters of the Terror Response Syndicate. The blue-haired man's actions were abnormal by all counts; an outlier amidst the realm of war. It surprised Isidore, however, another concerned his mind.
Without another medic in the ward, Isidore would be expected to stay. A frown breached his face as he watched what unfolded before him. Radio static echoed as the hunters declared Krueger's capture and Isidore's imprisonment. An annoyed sigh drifted through his lips as he pulled away from the threshold. The hunters were escorting Krueger into the prison, meanwhile, Isidore retreated into the medic ward. The dark-haired man had a uniform in his locker, however, he wanted to spend time with his family today, not work.
A quick call was given to his mother as he explained the situation, apologizing several times. His mother was not disappointed, but worried about her dearest son. Moments later, he changed from his clothes, tugging on his TRS uniform with a glum expression while desperately trying to contact someone who was not working. Unfortunately, hours ticked by and the ward medic discovered himself trapped in the confines of his job. The spirit was displeased being kept at work, a majority of his coworker's inquiring, but only receiving a quiet mumble about being fine.
Dinner time arrived, a time Isidore should have been spending at a restaurant with his family. A soft sigh escaped his lips as he proceeded to work through his break. The sounds of a radio drifted into his ears, informing him of medical assistance was needed for the faker. A groan escaped Isidore's lips as he grabbed the radio.
"I'm coming," he mumbled with subtle notes of annoyance.
The feeding tube was grabbed as Isidore headed downstairs, heading to the instructed prison block. A guard joined him, escorting him to the correct cell and unlocking the door. A medical table from the prison storage room was brought out and placed inside the cell for Isidore. There he stared at the man laying on the cot.
"I hope you're happy. Your lie made it so I can't spend time with my family," he mumbled as he walked inside.
Items were splayed across the metallic surface. From the threshold, a guard keenly watched, assuring nothing bad would happen to the ward medic.
honey, don't play a nasty game with me. I don't wanna get hurt well lookin' for love.
[attr="class","isidoretalker"]From the threshold of the medical ward doors, Isidore observed the TRS hunters surround the man he assumed was Krueger. A circle was formed around the blue-haired man, hunters prepared to attack or arrest him. Positioned in the center was the infamous Assembly soldier who appeared to analyze his situation. Silently, Isidore observed, his eyes locking on the blue-haired man, a subtle heart beat skipping in his chest. Softly, his hand reached up, the dark-haired man glancing at his chest for a moment.
Why did his heart react in this peculiar manner to his presence? Was somebody possibly trying to tie puppet strings around him?Emotions were shoved away, Isidore's eyes narrowing slightly as he watched the Assembly soldier. The Assembly of Phantoms were the reason behind his death. They persuaded Kiawe to thrust a knife into his back, maliciously murdering him and attempting to blame a terror. Thus, Isidore watched, keeping those abhorrent thoughts in his head while he prepared for a fight to unfold outside.
Suddenly, hands reached for the skies as the infamous Krueger surrendered. The spirit's jaw dropped as he watched the circumstances which occurred in front of his eyes. Surprise crawled onto his face as Isidore silently watched the TRS handcuff the blue-haired man.
honey, don't play a nasty game with me. I don't wanna get hurt well lookin' for love.
[attr="class","isidoretalker"]Befuddlement conquered Isidore's countenance as he stared at the blue-haired man stationed in front of him. Admittedly, the spirit found the peculiar stranger attractive. The man's slender body was handsome, however, it was difficult to determined what was hidden beneath his clothes. The facial features were pleasant, magnificent to an extent. As Isidore analyzed his facial features, secretly wishing the stranger's hair was red opposed to blue. The dark-haired man adored redheads, finding them extremely attractive.
The blue-haired man's feigned hurt expression prompted a brow to raise on Isidore's face. Words escaped the man's slender lips, Isidore shaking his head. He proceeded to speak, the man proclaiming to be 'his darling Krueger'. Eyes widened as the bespectacled man remembered the notorious nickname of an Assembly of Phantoms soldier. The soldier was known for killing people in their dreams, hence the alias Krueger. Frightened, Isidore squeaked, backpedaling from the assumed soldier. Did Kiawe enlist somebody else to kill or capture him?!
Despite the flirtatious tones in the man's voice, the spirit was terrified of him. Hunters were closing the distance as the man answered his questions. The wrong number was messaged, which explained why the car was absent from the parking lot. The Assembly soldier slipped past him, heading through the doors. Hunters shoved past him, moving outside in an attempt to capture the infamous Krueger. The spirit pressed against the wall as they passed, surprised by the actions. Hesitantly, he glanced at the door, something tugging him in that direction.
Slowly, the ward medic inched towards the door, palm pressing against the bar of the heavy door. The bespectacled man glanced through the crack of the threshold, opening it further to watch things unfold.
honey, don't play a nasty game with me. I don't wanna get hurt well lookin' for love.
[attr="class","isidoretalker"]After exiting his vehicle, Isidore stood straight, eyes glancing over the snow-covered parking lot. A quick survey of the area resulted the spirit raising a brow at the peculiar circumstances... The woman he requested to take his shift drove a unique car, a small, light green vehicle with flower decos in the small, furthermost back window. Alas, as Isidore glanced over the parking lot, her car was nowhere in sight! Did she walk here in this dreadful weather or had somebody given the pleasant woman a ride to work?
The ward medic hoped it was the latter option, even if it involved the potential of the beautiful girl having somebody else in her life. The frigid temperatures of winter were something Isidore did not want her to be exposed to. Hesitantly, the bespectacled man's eyes locked onto the TRS headquarters. There was slight haste evident in the spirit's steps as he headed towards the doors of the medical ward. When there, he reached for the handle, yanking the heavy door open to finally head inside of the headquarters.
Upon entry, Isidore's eyes widened when a male voice announced his arrival. The spirit's eyes turned, a compliment leaving the lips of a blue-haired stranger. The ward medic stared at the mysterious stranger, confusion clear in his eyes.
"Excuse me? Who are you?" Isidore inquired, befuddled by the friendly man.
The flirting failed to bother the spirit, however, he was thoroughly confused. Where was the woman who was planning on taking his shift? Why was this man announcing his presence? The questions were endless and difficult to answer without more information.
honey, don't play a nasty game with me. I don't wanna get hurt well lookin' for love.
[attr="class","isidoretalker"]In the earlier hours of the morning, Isidore's heart fluttered in excitement as he thought about his upcoming date with a mesmerizing ward medic. He accessed memories of her face, the high cheekbones, slender face, petite nose, glorious black hair and a slender figure. Her chest was slightly smaller than average, her hips skinnier than expected. Her personality was magnificent, her sweet-heart attitude accompanied by her naivety and somewhat childish behaviours even adding some attractiveness to her character. Thus, it made Isidore excited for their date!
Unfortunately, this attractive woman who he requested to take his shift seemed confused about the proceedings despite having accomplished those actions before. Therefore, Isidore planned on checking up on the ward medic before spending the remainder of his day with his grandparents. He insisted on the notion to his parents, his endless concerns about the patients and his latest flirting interest. He roused from his bed in the morning, getting dressed in casual, but pleasant clothes to please the lady he flirted with.
A simple, white v-neck t-shirt was pulled over his head followed by dark, blue jeans comfortably tugged up over his legs. The black sweater hanging from the back of his computer chair was pulled over his arms and promptly zipped. From his bedside table, Isidore plucked his phone, keys and wallet, placing both into his jean pockets. Hastily, the young man exited his bedroom, closing the door behind him, and headed downstairs. His mother was up, preparing to make breakfast for the family before his grandparents arrived at the house.
She turned towards him, her brown hair swaying around her shoulders. A soft smile touched her face as she remembered her son's intentions, alas, there was another reason for her happiness.
"Good morning, Izzy. Since you're heading out, can you take the grocery list and pick everything up for tonight, please?" She requested in a sweet tone.
The bespectacled man smiled, walking into the open kitchen and approaching the fridge. Hanging from a magnet with the Canadian flag on it was the Vynlay's shopping list.
"Of course mom. I shouldn't be out long. I will pick everything up before I come back," Isidore agreed cheerfully.
His mother's smile broadened as she glanced over at him. "Thank you. Love you and be careful while you are out."
The spirit nodded to his mother, smile seemingly infinite. "Love you too mom. If grandma and grandpa get here before I'm home, tell them I say hi."
Shopping list in hand, Isidore headed towards the front door, slipping his shoes on and tying the laces. Once his shoes were secured, the spirit grabbed his jacket, tugging it over his body. The ward medic headed into the cold to approach his vehicle, which he started from upstairs with the key's remote while he got ready. The blue car would be his vessel to gather groceries and check on the woman taking over his shirt. The door was opened, Isidore stepping into his car and closing the heavy door behind him before putting his seat belt on.
His phone was fetched from his pocket and positioned in his hands. The device was smoothly opened, the messaging app being clicked to take over the screen. The woman he texted about his shift texts were opened as Isidore prepped to text her.
Hey, I am coming down to check on you. You have me worried about how much you forgot last week, so I will come see you for a little bit. c:
Afterwards, the phone was placed in the car's cup holder. When prepared to leave, Isidore pushed the key into the ignition and pulled out of the driveway. Calmly, the spirit drove to his destination, smiling as he excited himself with notions of speaking to her for a little bit. The ward medic he was thinking of was extremely benevolent, which suggested if they were to begin dating, she would be a marvellous fit into the Vynlay household. The spirit shook his head lightly, remembering he still needed to spend time becoming acquainted with her before he could suitably state whether their relationship would work out.
Affairs of the heart were difficult to sort through, therefore, Isidore needed to prepare for all possibilities, including the less favourable. People could always wear a mask... Kiawe proved that the evening he murdered him... The thought caused a shiver to flow through the spirit's body as he drove through the streets. Those thoughts were shoved to the back of the dark-haired man's mind as he fixated on the upcoming objectives. The bespectacled man entered the downtown area, the location of the Terror Response Syndicate Headquarters.
The spirit pulled into the parking lot, taking a slot and parking his blue car. The button to his seat belt was pressed and released, Isidore shortly grabbing his phone and exiting his vehicle. The keys were snatched from the ignition before the door was closed, the vehicle locked with the simple push of a button. His phone and keys were returned to his pocket, the dark-haired man approaching the doors of the medical bay with intentions of seeing how the female ward medic was doing.
@lambert | 861 Words | Since the text thread started in mid December of 2018, I placed this thread around that time.
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