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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If Laurent guessed, the filthy canine would be outlawed from entering the store, hence his decision to leave him in Jaclyn's care. Quietly, the fallen angel pushed open the double glass doors of the grocery store. His brown eyes glanced around, eventually spotting a sign for the washrooms. He headed towards the signs, entering a short bricked corridor to reach the area with the sinks. With the assistance of soap and lukewarm water, the dirt was banished from Laurent's hand, the water turning a murky colour from the coated grime.
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Once satisfied, the professor dried his hands and exited the washroom. Through his mind ran the layout of the varying isles. There were plenty, but for this trip, Laurent only required where the food was stocked along with some other essentials. He wished to grab a bottle of dog shampoo along with perhaps some treats to keep the husky satisfied until he determined the location of his owners. He was hopeful the process would not be strenuous given the dog's friendly behaviours towards people; he still believed he was domestic.
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Gradually, Laurent reached the dog isle where he browsed through the various bags of dog food. The types were endless, but the professor planned on getting a smaller bag to begin with. If the husky turned out to have an owner, the fallen angel wanted to avoid spending extravagant prices on dog food he would not use. Especially if the owner was specific about the brands they bought to keep their animal healthy. Something was picked, but before Laurent could search for more of the items he required, the sounds of squeaking from the neighbouring aisle echoed through the store.
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Initially, the bearded man shrugged it off, assuming it was merely somebody testy squeaky toys for their pet. The squeaking proceeded obnoxiously, alas, Laurent chose to ignore it. Once he had everything he required, he would be leaving the store anyways. Shortly, the fallen angel picked a type of dog shampoo, but before he could go any further, the squeaking got louder... A brow lifted as Laurent glanced around, eventually seeing the filthy husky squeaking the toy at the end of the aisle. The professor's eyes widened as he watched the husky turn away to head elsewhere.
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WHERE WAS JACLYN?! Abandoning his browsing, Laurent hurried after Pride, following the squeaks through the twisted aisles of the store. Tightly, his fingers clenched the bag of dog food along with the dog shampoo.
As Laurent reached to soothe his unexpected companion, he provided the young husky with some petting. Those actions would assure the canine would hush and summon some happiness for the poor abandoned creature. The attention appeared to provide comfort, the dog's noises ceasing, but the fallen angel's hand becoming filth covered again. Slowly, he pulled his hand away, glancing down at the grime which coated them. Dirt was smeared over his weathered, well-calloused hands. It was something store patrons or owners would not appreciate having in their stores...
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It meant he would be required to wash his hands before perusing the market for the dog food. Although, he first needed Jaclyn's agreement to watch over the filthy husky. Fortunately, the dark-haired woman never failed Laurent and promptly agreed to watch the young dog. The fallen angel granted her a smile, appreciating the scout's kindness in assisting him with the situation despite wearing her uniform. She was working, yet, she willingly placed time aside to watch over the dog and assure he would not leave.
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"Thanks, Jaclyn. I will be quick," he responded with a smile before turning to the dog. "You stay with Jaclyn little guy. I will be back."
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With those words, the fallen angel turned towards the doors of the market. Once he arrived at the double doors, he pushed open the double doors to purchase the husky some dog food and perhaps some treats.
Thoughts swirled through Laurent's head as he stood beside the threshold of the grocery store. His wishes to assist the canine in an unfortunate situation were becoming rocky from the circumstance. Should he enter the store, would the young husky remain sitting patiently until his return? He doubted the animal received a nutritious or proper diet, thus, a single wave of available food could send the young creature off running. In the dead of winter, there were no food cart stands, but there were still plenty of restaurants shovelling daily scraps into the garbage.
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A gentle sigh flowed through his lips as he thought further. His gaze shifted when the dog began barking, his brown eyes locking onto the pooch. The canine's barking refused to cease, causing another sigh to leave Laurent's mouth. There was a chance the husky could attract unwanted attention to himself. Collarless, the dog would be an easy target for anybody a part of animal control. They would be doing their job gathering the stray, however, Laurent was always hesitant about using those avenues to locate owners.
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There were upsetting stories of animals coming to their end because their owner could not be located and they were unable to be adopted. The fallen angel was wrapped in his thoughts, distracted by them as he attempted to formulate a plan to assure the dog's safety. Feet pounded on the pavement behind him, unnoticed until arms swung out and wrapped around. An impulsive sound of shock escaped Laurent's lips from the sudden hug attack. When the fallen angel glanced over his shoulder, he discovered Jaclyn in the infamous TRS garbs.
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Despite the husky's barking, Laurent managed a smile to the young woman and cat shifter, although, his hand was quick to grab the tip of his cowboy hat. The long-haired woman was a notorious hat thief, at least, of his beloved cowboy hat. Although, her presence suggested the concoction of a plan to assure the dog would not runoff.
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"He's a stray from what I know," Laurent explained to her. "I know you're on duty, but can I ask you for a favour? I need to go inside to get him some dog food. I plan on keepin' him with me until I find the owners. If they can be found that is... Can you watch him while I go inside? He is real friendly, but I can't just take him inside with me. Doubt the owners would like that."
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The fallen angel was hopeful Jaclyn would be willing to accomplish this favour for him. They were friends, therefore, a chance existed of her being willing to grant him his wish. Although, he would have to calm the husky before anything else could transpire. Slowly, he offered his other hand to the black and white husky, hoping he would come closer so he could pet some ease into him.
Dogs were always an enjoyable companion in Laurent’s opinion. They were admirably loyal creatures, evident from the stories people told about them. A smile played across the fallen angel’s lips as he watched the sweet little husky. The creature possessed plenty of spirit to his soul, evident by the joyous manner he reacted despite the cruelness of his circumstance. The husky's perseverance was admirable, especially considering Laurent believed the canine to have been abandoned. Born strays tended to be more aggressive, acting similarly to wolves rather than the dogs humans grew familiar with.
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Plans swirled amidst Laurent's mind as the fallen angel decided to commit acts of benevolence. Feed the husky, give him a well-needed bath and provide the necessities. Afterwards, he would double-check for anybody searching for their lost canine before giving refuge. The creature stood, tail gleefully wagging as it accomplished the action. A soft, genuine smile traced the professor's lips as he observed the husky. Instances, where Laurent's stony expression was replaced with a non-artificial smile, were a rarity.
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Frequently, Laurent exhibited characteristics of a serious demeanour and somebody haunted by an ill-favouring past. While the classroom allowed him to display passion and a soft sense of joy, things seldom managed to spark high sensations of jubilee. The animal's tongue lulled out in seeming comprehension, resulting in a soft chuckle. Chances were, the dog failed to understand a few choice words, and instead used the overall tone of his voice to discover his intentions. The high-pitched whistle appeared to work to plan as Laurent led his companion down the sidewalk.
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A quick stop at the grocery store was the plan in order to purchase some dog food for the precious pup. Suddenly, the feeling of a head against the back of his legs resulted in a subtle stumble. Rather than display annoyance, Laurent chuckled gently at the canine. The pants could always be washed! Further, they ventured down the sidewalk, Laurent sparing a glance at the husky walking alongside him. The message behind the staring and bark was misinterpreted, the fallen angel providing the dog with a soft head rub in response.
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As they approached the grocery store, Laurent's steps slowed and his eyes furrowed and thought. He never thought ahead to this portion of the plan... Somebody would be required to watch the husky while he entered the store to purchase his food... else the canine could believe the venture over and leave. A 'hmm' slipped from Laurent's lips as he paused by the doorway, attempting to think of a solution for his inconvenience.
Dogs were a creature Laurent could appreciate for their undying loyalty and the companionship they provided. Thus despite the poor husky being a dirt-covered mess, the fallen angel hardly minded creating a friendship with the creature. On a frigid, winter afternoon, somebody needed to assist the precious, little husky. The happiness represented in the canine’s body language resulted in a smile stretching onto the bearded man’s lips. The friendliness exhibited by the dog prompted suspicions of the animal possibly belonging to someone before becoming homeless.
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A further inspection was done of the husky, questionable fur patches being among the few physical features suggesting a previous wound. Otherwise, the fallen angel believed the husky looked fine and somewhat healthy for an assumed stray or lost family pet. Either way, brunette held no intentions of leaving the poor creature in the streets if it could be helped. The amount of kindness shown towards the dog resulted in the creature sitting alongside him. The peculiar dog was proving to be a pleasant companion.
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After showering the dog with attention, Laurent stood tall, brushing his dirtied hand against his pants to give a questionable cleaning. The gleeful nature of the young husky made the interaction pleasant rather than painful. The furious tail wagging suggested joy for the young husky, making it clear the canine lacked intentions to bite him. The sounds of whining reached Laurent's ears as he ceased the petting. The whining proceeded as the creature rubbed his head against Laurent's hand, displaying wishes the best a dog could.
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"Hmm," the bearded man began, "Bet you need a home. Or at least somewhere to stay until your owners find ya, eh boy?"
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It appeared unlikely somebody was searching for the unfortunate husky given the filthy condition of his pelt. Years of grim could coat those thick locks from neglect, furthermore, the matted fur had become what Laurent assumed would be a nightmare. As the creature's ears flattened and another whimper escaped his lips, the situation became more obvious. Somebody needed to assist the poor little fella. The fallen angel gestured for the dog to follow.
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"C'mon. We will stop by the store and pick you up some food," Laurent offered the dog, as though he understood.
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A high-pitch whistle escaped Laurent's pursed lips to signal the dog to follow. Obedience would be a questionable quality, but he found whistling made canines curious. Therefore, he hoped the husky would be fascinated enough to stay with him.
A brow rose when Laurent heard Vashti assist it would be alright for her continue both of her dangerous occupations. Most people would leap at the opportunity to only have one job. Alas, the female brunette displayed symptoms of being a workaholic or perhaps low on funds. A soft sigh escaped the fallen angel's lips, however, he decided it would be best to not comment further on the subject. He was under the assumption Vashti would remain stubborn and maintain her protection-based occupation whether he approved or not.
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Throughout her lessons, Laurent picked up on the long-haired woman's stubbornness. Yielding was a word the fallen angel doubted assisted in Vashti's vocabulary, hence his hesitance to further speak on the subject. The gifted woman was a determined fighter who wished to protect others, even if one of those occupations were taken to get back at a friend. He resigned himself to silence for a few moments until apologizing to the female brunette about the situation. A mumbled agreement was given before fixation was returned on the food, almost as though it served as a distraction.
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The fallen angel began picking away at a few fries before grabbing one half of his sandwich. He took a large bite, allowing the flavours to blend in his mouth. Steadily, he began eating through his lunch while Vashti consumed her salad and soup. The silence manifested a slight awkwardness between the pair. They were siblings, however, ones completely unfamiliar with one another. As they continued eating their food, gradually reaching the end of their meals, the sounds of radio static followed by words echoed in the diner.
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Upon hearing the noises, the professor straightened, listening as Vashti answered one call with the intention of leaving. At first, Laurent shrugged off the action, understanding that the woman's jobs were important. However, shortly afterwards another call came in that was shortly answered by Vashti. Both were given an agreement that she would arrive, leaving Laurent dumbfounded as he stared at his half-sibling. Before he could get a word in edge-wise, the long-haired brunette stated and farewell and left.
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Realization dawned quickly as Laurent noticed Vashti never returned the photograph, meaning he was left without the sole thing he sought. A soft groan escaped his lips as the man finished his meal, paid their tab and left the diner. Frustrated he never received the picture he cared for dearly, Laurent's hands plunged into his pockets as he walked back, grumbling inaudibly to himself.
Their current circumstances were peculiar considering how they were interacting with one another. From their questionable first impressions, they began improving their relationships. The process was strange, especially considering their prior interactions with one another. He desired to change things between himself and Vashti, however, he remained skeptical about it being a possibility. The actions committed by Laurent had manifested a rift between them. It was expected given his attitude towards the brunette which were inspired by his feelings about her father.
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Quietly, he listened to her admittance of handling two jobs being difficult. He believed she struggled, especially since both jobs required large amounts of attention. Both were also extremely dangerous occupations, therefore, Laurent knew Vashti would be constant peril with the choices she made. The teasing remarks were met with a soft grumble, but no refusal of the fact in question. The slightest hint of a smile across his lips could be used to realize the emotions beneath, the ones which contradicted his grumbles.
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He consider this a situation to be taken seriously, therefore, he disapproved of Vashti's playful commenting, yet, still found himself somewhat amused by her lack of concern. While the gifted woman had plenty of experience in combat, there was still viable reason for worry.
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"Both of your jobs are dangerous," he explained in a serious tone.
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The former amused smile dissipated from his face, as though he was an adult attempting to scold a child about humourous, but ill-advised behaviour. Alas, any remnants of humour disappeared as the topic returned to the infamous Marcus Evans and his questionable attitude. Listening to Vashti recount her childhood prompted a frown to breach Laurent's countenance. Everything his biological father desired was a pawn, someone to take over his work and assist with his goals rather than pursue their own. It was a situation based around control rather than love.
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The thought of a terror attack being a rescue from the horrible situation was a surprise. Silence fell over Laurent at the thought of everything Vashti went through the years. Only moments later would the waitress return with their food, a smile on her face. A tray was perched on her fingers as she approached, her hand reaching and smoothly setting everything onto the table with the clear skill of years. After the food was placed down, the waitress retreated to assist other customers, leaving them to start eating.
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The fallen angel paused, his eyes glancing at Vashti before a soft sigh escaped his lips.
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"I'm sorry that happened to you," he murmured quietly. "I concerned myself with you being like him, but you aren't. You're the kid he hurt because he forced what he wanted on you, and that ain't right."
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Afterwards, the bearded man went quiet, leaving his food alone for the time being. Those words felt necessary for presumptions he laid upon the innocent daughter of Marcus Evans. He should have known better after the mistakes he made through his past, however, nobody could be perfect. This conversation was imperative after his thoughts and opinions manifested on thoughts based on his prior experiences. He hoped to mend the issue, but nobody could be certain this situation would be completely fixed.
Surprise flickered in Laurent’s eyes when Vashti admitted to joining the TRS to get back at a man. Somebody she gained a closeness to and felt the overwhelming requirement to prove wrong. She appeared keen on gaining vindication for her actions, especially with statements revolving around a sense of winning. Determined, it was definitely a perfect word to describe Vashti’s attitude. She fought for her statements and fiercely protected those she cared about, including herself. This being said, her behaviours were nothing selfish, but rather, a display of caring for herself alongside those she cherished.
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Proven by occupation and opinion, the fallen angel considered his half-sister as virtuous. Alas, dark clouds of bias cluttered his initial interpretations of the long-haired woman. The negatives opinions orbiting around Marcus Evans made him believe Vashti would possess a similar set of personality traits. Each moment of their interaction proved otherwise, that every thought was fabricated by a predetermined notion. Quietly, Laurent listened to her words about the situation. There was plenty Vashti seemed to accomplish by picking up two jobs, however, it was worrying.
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"Isn't two jobs stressful?" Laurent mentioned as he leaned back in his chair. "I mean, you do you, but I bet it is tiring."
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Years after his released from prison, Laurent was required to work hard to organize his life and survive the circumstances. Most of it involved laborious work alongside odd jobs. During those days, he struggled as he earned money and stabilized himself from his unfortunate situation. Only moments later did he listen to Vashti's words related to their father. A frown traced his lips as he listened to her.
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"So... he couldn't even be a good father to you?" A sigh escaped his lips after the inquiry. "That's horrible..."
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Over years he assisted in raising siblings while witnessing his step-father become the man Marcus Evans could hardly compare to. There was nothing benevolent about the man, which was something Laurent suspected. He appeared careless based off his behaviour towards his mother and furthermore his family. The man was an unfaithful, selfish and abrasive towards those he supposedly cared about. Fortunately, it appeared Vashti was not reflecting those traits, allowing him to somewhat sympathize with her situation.
Truthfully, Laurent was uncertain how he would treat Vashti after a portion of his family history was revealed. Children were supposed to be prideful of their parents, admire them, however, in response to his father Laurent felt ashamed and angry. The disloyal charmer persuaded his mother into his games, caused her to feel special while being untruthful about his partners. His father was married to another woman and toyed with his mother’s heart for a more “friends with benefits” relationship opposed to showering her with well-deserved love.
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Infuriation never existed in his mother in response to her former lover. Constantly she claimed the situation was alright under the excuse of without him I wouldn’t have a great son like you, Laurent. Nontheless, an anger boiled inside of the bearded man towards the despicable actions of his father. Did he even care when his mother died? Did any emotional connection existed between them? The fallen angel thought not because of the cruel actions of Marcus Evans. Without hesitation, he decided to severe the strings of his and Laurent’s mother relationship without batting an eye at the unfortunate future single mother.
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He listened to Vashti’s words, however, he remained quiet. Touching on the sensitive topic of his regrets was avoided. Concerns of becoming emotional in a public location was already bothersome, but reopening those scars was a painful experience.
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“So you joined the TRS to get back at a guy? He inquired, smile weak and pleading for a distraction.
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Thoughts about the dreadful evening lit with flames and painted with drops of blood was something Laurent attempted to avoid. Years ago he pled guilty for his actions, but failed to reflect and come to terms with what he did.
Despite the friendly environment of the diner, the atmosphere felt similar to an interrogation. Laurent had promised to answer Vashti's questions, therefore he prepared to give honest answers. After the promises he gave, it was expectation. There was still guilt lingering in Laurent because of the manner he treated Vashti throughout her time as a student in his classroom. It motivated the necessity to give completely honest answers. The long-haired woman was not their father, but rather, the product of him and his wife.
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Undoubtedly, Laurent still held hatred for the man who recklessly impregnated and abandoned his mother. Being a single parent was difficult, and his mother struggled through making a happy life for him. Naturally, after witnessing these events, he held disdain for his father's actions. He could have provided her support, at least assisted in the financial department for raising a child. Those were Laurent's opinions on the situation after watching his mother work hard to provide him with an suitable education and living space.
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A question reached the bearded man's ears. He paused after hearing Vashti ask about being treated differently. Part of him still noticed the resemblance to their father, but she was entirely her own person. From the beginning, Vashti should have been treated similarly to every student and he failed in that regard.
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"I shouldn't have treated you differently to begin with," Laurent explained. "It was wrong of me. When your father left my mother to fend for herself... I was angry. She struggled through being a single parent and those memories got the better of me."
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Quietly, Laurent listened to Vashti order her food. The sounds pen writing across paper reaching his ears again as the waitress jotted down the order. Once the waitress retreated to the kitchen to give their demands, the conversation would begin again. The following question was met with a soft sigh.
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"I did some things I regretted... So I went back to school, trained to become a professor in terror studies before moving to Lorsette. I wanted a new start," Laurent explained quietly.
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There was a subtle tone of pain captured in his softly spoken words. The memories of the abhorrent fire and his horrendous actions surfacing in his mind. He should have never allowed anger to grasp him tightly, to motivate the actions he committed. The criminal offence he committed was a regret, thus he decided to leave it behind and devote his life to helping others.
Carefully, Laurent's hazel eyes watched the mysterious husky. Attentiveness was evident in the observant man he watched the dog, assuring the black and white canine would not bite. Animals could be dangerous at times, therefore, the fallen angel maintained some caution as he interacted with the dog. The husky's thick fur was visibly coated with dirt and grime, knots tangling the unruly mess of fur. If the poor creature was separated from his owner, then it was probably for an extensive amount of time considering the condition of his pelt.
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The dog approached, momentarily losing traction on the icy sidewalk until managing to reach him. As expected, the canine sniffed his hand, perhaps trying to determine if he was friendly or a threat. With the dog's horrible condition, Laurent hoped the creature would consider him a friend and accept some help. The bitter weather conditions were ill-favourable for anybody, including thick-furred huskies. As the dog approached and sniffed his hand, there was hope with the reaction Laurent received from the dirty animal.
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The fallen angel smiled when the husky rubbed against his arm, reaching to pet the creature's back with little care about its dirty condition. Dirt clung to Laurent's fingers, however, he did not register a complaint about the situation. Based on the interaction, the husky seemed friendly, suggesting that once it may have belonged to someone.
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"What a good boy," Laurent said, a subtle happiness to his tone.
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The large man kept petting the dog, following the redirection given when the creature groaned. A soft chuckle escaped the bearded man's mouth as amusement surfaced from the husky's personality. He kept petting the strange dog in his crouched position with his right hand while inspect for injuries, flees or anything else concerning.
In silence, the professor proceeded down his course, braving the frigid weather as he drew closer to the grocery store he regularly shopped from. The defeating silence of a cold winter day allowed for unpleasant thoughts to suffocate him. Whenever quiet fell upon him, Laurent found his thoughts retreating through history, returning to the bright flames licking the evening sky and shrill screams echoing from both inside and out of the family home. The mistakes he made... the anger which burned brighter than his family's home... it consumed him.
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A gentle sigh escaped Laurent's lips, the large man's eyes fixating on the sidewalk before him. Shoes crunched on the light layer of snow, the subtle crunch of broken ice reaching his ears. The sounds were a warning sign, therefore, the fallen angel moved at an eased pace. Could he have saved them? The thought haunted him, seeping into his mind and creating a vivid scene unfolding in his mind. The fallen angel's eyes squeezed shut, shoving those thoughts down, bottling them up and locking it away before it could corrupt any hopes of happiness.
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Thoughts shifted to a distraction, something which failed to notice a warning, the progress of his students, something he could grasp to. The brunette continued walking, eyes searching for the grocery store. His steps carried him closer, eyes noticing the grocery store. He was heading towards the store until something crashed into him. The man was unbalanced, his large hand reaching to press against the outer wall of the grocery store. It steadied him, allowing Laurent to remain strong despite the sudden force. A whimper reached the large man's ears, something unexpected given the cold temperatures; most people kept their animals in.
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The collision was unexpected, shortly followed by the professor glancing over his shoulder to notice a black and white husky. The fallen angel slowly turned, a brow-raising as he crouched down to eye level of the filthy dog. Dirt hardly bothered the hat-wearing considering it was unavoidable and something which entered his life daily.
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"Hey, little fella. Come here," Laurent said calmly.
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Admittedly, the professor enjoyed dogs, finding the precious creatures enjoyable to be around. Somebody's dog could have slipped through the door days prior, leaving the unfortunate animal temporarily homeless, thus, Laurent decided to offer a helping hand. Redemption was required for his previous sins, good deeds to assist his ailing soul, furthermore, the brunette was a fan of dogs, persuading him to try and gain the husky's attention.
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