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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Mentally, Laurent was cursing his mischievous student and theorized half-sister for deciding to enact vengeance through signing him up for a Valentine's Day event. These gatherings were hardly the professor's forte, specifically because of his lack of belief in deserving something as magnificent of love. In his eyes, Laurent was a murderer, not somebody who committed manslaughter because of the immense anger in his veins when his family was killed.
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Unfortunately, they managed to pair him with another individual, meaning, Laurent would be expected to behave himself to allow Zane a marvellous evening. The fallen angel doubted there would be a romantic connection when their time together ended, Laurent was pessimistic, but a single date should not dictate how much he enjoyed another individual's company. Alas, it appeared Valentine's Day would be spent with somebody who made Laurent, a larger man, feel short in comparison. Admittedly, when thoughts drifted to the male gender, the fallen angel preferred partners shorter than himself.
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"Just as lost as you," Laurent mumbled out.
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Valentine's Day was a foreign subject, the brown-haired man only vaguely remembering those childhood days where everybody in their grade was required to exchange Valentines so everybody would be happy when the day finally ended. Furthermore, Laurent was hardly a romantic person, thus he possessed a complete unfamiliarity in the field. After a few moments, the man provided him with a name while packing up some equipment before mentioning the cigarettes.
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"Laurent Maythorn," the bearded man responded. "And don't worry about the smoke."
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Cigarettes smoke, a scent Laurent grew familiar with because of his enjoyment of the occasional cigar. The exchange allowed both parties to become privy to the notion of them being a matched pair. Alas, the decision for what they spent time doing was laid on Laurent's lap, which prompted a shrug.
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"I'm not going to lie to ya, a student of mine signed me up without my permission, so I got no clue what to do," Laurent confessed.
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Certain pieces of information were hidden, specifically over Laurent desiring not to be placed in this situation. Admittedly, the professor hoped the redhead would understand he was forced into the situation and therefore completely lost on where anything should go. Hundred of years passed since Laurent last dated anybody, thus, he was thrown into the deep end when events which required romantic brilliance came up.
Quietly, Laurent listened to the people around him, the flirtatious remarks they shared and romantic gestures which were smoothly accomplished. A gentle sigh escaped the fallen angel's lips as he crossed his arms, the individual hosting the booth explaining Zane Zangari had arrived earlier. Carefully, the individual behind the booth gleefully turned towards the small information box, plucking out a small folder to provide a photograph. Each action was accomplished with an overzealous excitement as she showed the picture, giving a sweet smile.
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Briefly, Laurent looked over the picture, raising a brow at the young man displayed in the photograph. A redhead, conventionally handsome and appearing in his mid-late twenties, although, it was difficult to determine the true age considering the powers of age-ceasing immortality. There was a quick nod, the professor hastily retreating from the desk before the overly excited could proceed with informing him about the individual; he would rather be surprised, at least then he would already be trapped in the upcoming date.
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Slowly, Laurent scouted the interior of the city hall, searching for the man in the picture, however, there was no sign of him inside the main area. Several glances around the area were accomplished, the observations proving there was nobody fitting the visual description displayed to him. Another sigh escaped Laurent's lips, the former hunter smoothly completing a sweep of the area, which suggested his date was elsewhere. The fallen angel left city hall, exiting the building to discover a smoker nearby, which resulted in Laurent raising a brow as he smelt tobacco in the air.
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The large's man eyes flitted towards a tall figure, promptly widening as he discovered an individual several inches taller than himself, which was a rare discovery. The person in question possessed the exact traits he was searching for, this tall man was Zane Zangari. Uncertainty graced Laurent's expression as he attempted to prepare himself to speak, but he was silenced by his intense surprise.
Light poured through the window beside their table as Laurent awkwardly awaited prosecution from the hands of his half-sister, Vashti. The shattering of the frame revealed a long-standing secret about his genes and not he was expected to hand over answers without a single deception to his words. While the fallen angel was never a dishonest person, he preferred keeping family matters and his personal history a secret from the scrutinizing eyes of the world around him. Unfortunately, another individual being involved in these matters meant reveals were probable, although, his choice of location was not necessarily favourable.
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Admittedly, the professor was hoping people would be more fixated on their own conversation as opposed to the pair talking about an old photograph. As he provided information, the large man remained hunched over the table, arms settled on the cold, smooth surface. He wished the picture had been left in the safety of his house, a place where his half-sister would never gain the opportunity to glance over it and notice the father they shared. A cold shoulder was mentioned, Laurent glancing at Vashti, thoughts churning until they produced the evidence to back up her words.
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Those impolite actions had become mere accidents manifested from his hatred of his biological father. The man completely abandoned his mother, never even bothering to assist financially with her difficult situation. Positive emotions and Mr. Evans would never fit together, they were simply two pieces from a different puzzle. Each was radically different in opinion and morals which resulted in disparaging emotions being aimed at the other party. Loathing, it clouded his judgements of Vashti and made it nearly impossible for Laurent to provide fair treatment; all he could think about was that horrible man.
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"Yes... it would be..." A soft sigh escaped his lips. "I'm really sorry about that..."
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An apologetic tone graced Laurent's words, the professor evidently feeling bad for the actions he did against Vashti; she deserved a fair chance similar to all students. The conversation at the neighbouring table was only half-listened to by the professor who merely shrugged when Vashti stated it was befitting of boys to possess large appetites. Disputing the claim would be impossible considering the large man oftentimes held a big appetite. After a few moments, a separate waitress arrived to take Laurent and Vashti's order.
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"I will get a BLT with a side of fries, and just water for a drink please," Laurent stated.
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The sound of a pen writing across the small notebook the young girl held was noticed, her gaze promptly turning to Vashti as she intended to get her order also. After receiving an order or being informed she had no intention of eating, the waitress left, quickly heading to the back. There was something about the manner which she stepped which suggested she could potentially be a new employee. Once the waitress retreated into the kitchen to provide the order, Vashti's following inquiry came which was answered with a simple nod.
Endless worries entered Laurent's mind, even when Vashti agreed to discuss the issue over lunch. The procrastination was successful, but the fallen angel was uncertain of how everything would proceed. There was plenty of information which the female brunette would become privy to, the sensitive details of his misfortune making it difficult to formulate an idea for where he could possibly begin. There was a slow nod when the girl stated how she wanted their afternoon to proceed, lunch for providing answers and then hunting down a new picture frame.
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There were regrets in keeping that particular photo on his desk, especially while Vashti was in his class. Unfortunately, the professor never pondered the notion of the frame potentially being broken and the secret being discovered. Evidently, the huntress was unaware of her father's affair, which meant she was unaware they were half-siblings. Slowly, Laurent moved to exit the classroom, pausing to allow Vashti out before closing and locking the door. While the damaged picture frame remained on the ground, the fallen angel decided he would deal with the mess later.
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Once they left the TRS headquarters, Vashti began setting a specific pace, which resulted in the fallen angel flinching as he quickly followed her. Each step carried them closer to the destination where they would be consuming their lunch, although, Laurent's anxieties increased as they moved closer. When the cafe hastily arrived into view, a soft sigh escaped the professor's lips as he prepared for the inevitable explanation. The door was swung open by Vashti, the woman allowing Laurent to enter the establishment first, which he obeyed.
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There were numerous people inside the cafe, a majority of the tables being taken by individuals arriving to enjoy their lunch break. Despite the crowding, a table was discovered quickly, Laurent settling himself and patiently waiting for Vashti to begin the torrent of questions. The first question made the fallen angel require a deep breath and an extensive exhale, a pause ensuing briefly.
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"Because... your father is my biological father," Laurent explained.
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There were measures taken to try and soften the blow, the fallen angel getting the feeling he would receive backlash for never informing Vashti about the truth. The situation was not favourable to the professor, especially considering he would be forced to answer all of the female brunette's question.
Answers were refused when Laurent reached for the edge of the picture frame, desiring his property to be returned to him. The photograph, a memory of his precious mother's happiness and life; she raised him excellently and single-handedly. The untimely death of his family resulted in him clinging to every picture he held of his family, even though he possessed more important pictures. This particular picture he kept on his desk to avoid any of those memorable moments potentially getting damaged through the reckless actions of students.
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Fortunately, his planning was proper considering Vashti appeared keen on meddling with the picture on his desk, although, Laurent wanted to avoid it potentially being damaged. In this particular photo, there was a broad smile on his mother's face, and the damaged man wished to reserve any memories of his family smiling. Those happier times were the things he held on desperately to since they were among his favourite memories. Once he managed to get a grasp of his picture frame, the fallen angel attempted to tug the frame back towards him, but it shortly slipped from his grip.
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Time seemed to slow as the professor's brown eyes widened, watching as his treasured photo started falling towards the unforgiving tiles of the classroom floor. Inevitably, it smacked into the ground, the sound of shattering glass echoing through the room as pieces flung in every direction. Before he could reach down to pluck the photograph from the wreckage, Vashti was already in the process of grabbing and examining it. The folded edge drifted out slightly, no longer secured by the frame's stiff back and edges.
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Briefly, there was a glimpse of his biological father, Laurent already disliking the small instance where he was forced to witness the face of the man who abandoned his mother. There was a tightness in the large man's chest as the huntress examined the picture, promptly noticing the folded side. The photo was turned, the brown-haired woman stepping back as her hands clenched the image tighter; Laurent flinched in response, especially when the inquiry was asked. A soft sigh escaped the professor's lips, his eyes flitting to focus on the tiled floor and fragments of glass.
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"... How about I explain it over lunch?" Laurent inquired hesitantly. "It would be easier and a little bit more comfortable."
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Lightening the blow was necessary, especially considering Laurent was unaware of the kind of incident he entered. Furthermore, the professor found it difficult to focus on his diction due to his lack of a proper lunch today. Procrastination played another role in the entire situation, the professor remaining uncertain on how he would answer any questions Vashti had; he kept his secret under his hat for a long time.
The framed picture of Laurent’s beautiful mother, Cera Maythorn, was a treasure he rarely allowed anybody to touch. With every passing moment the brunette held his photo, the fallen angel found himself growing more irritated. There were few pictures the professor had of his beloved family, a good portion being torched in the flames which consumed their home years ago. A glare settled onto Laurent’s brow as he stared at Vashti, the woman who refused to listen to his command. The photograph was valuable to the bearded man, yet, she held the audacity to respond in this disrespectful manner. It became apparent to Laurent that Vashti had no intentions of releasing the picture despite his request. There were never thoughts taken towards the reason why the gifted woman would constantly bother him through her mischievous tricks and endless disrespect. Admittedly, Laurent failed to notice the difference in how he treated her, mostly because it occurred naturally. The notion of Vashti potentially being the daughter of his biological father was an upsetting idea, especially since he wanted to shove the man out of his life. Those hurt feelings from being abandoned by his Mr. Evans never dissipated since Laurent witnessed his mother’s struggle to support him and herself. While his grandparents had assisted the young mother, finding stabilization after the incident was hard.
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Slowly, Laurent circled the desk with plans of retrieving the picture from his theoretical half-sister. His hand reached out to carefully try as pluck the picture frame from her hands, but naturally, the fallen angel was unable to determine how tightly she would hold it.
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“Because she isn’t even here,” he stated, answering her question vaguely.
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Reopening those wounds from centuries ago was something the large man wished to avoid, thus his answer was vague. There was simply no motivation to provide Vashti with the information she desired, especially considering how mischievously she acted. The bothersome nature the brunette woman displayed was obnoxious and irritating, thus Laurent refused to make he privy to the sensitive situation of his past. However, there were a limited amount of people who he would give such knowledge.
The endless clicking of his fingers across the keyboard filled Laurent's classroom as he proceeded to write comments correcting his students in hopes of allowing them to thoroughly understand terrors. Quietly, the teacher continued working intensely to complete grading the assignments, the professor promptly finishing another paper reading. The paper was saved into the student's folder under a different name, allowing the student to review it in the future. Afterwards, the fallen angel access a separate student folder, opening the document to review the next paper.
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The final paper was written by an excelling student, which showed promise for being a simple and easier paper to quickly review before breaking for a late lunch. Words were read, the professor digesting the information the student typed into their own words. Carefully, the brown-haired man thoroughly read every word, making comments to correct any misinformation or correcting any spelling/grammar errors. Hastily, Laurent finished the final document, the large man finally straightened himself, stretching his arms up to unwind the muscles in his back. A glance was taken towards the clock, a small smile touching the fallen angel's face as he realized class was almost over.
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Eventually, the bell rang, reverberating noise through the room and signalling the students to pack up their papers. Immediately, Laurent stood from his chair, the students slowly cleaning their papers, eyes fixating on their professor.
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"Your assignments are due tomorrow," Laurent stated. "Please make sure to get your work done, if you have any questions, please stay after class or come early tomorrow."
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There were a few nods as the students hastily packed their papers and items, expertly piling their books before moving to the door. The leader of the mass of students opened the door, each leaving in a line to head home. Briefly, Laurent watched before returning to his desk to double check if there was any more work he needed to accomplish, although, his focus was broken when suddenly he heard a familiar voice. A long sigh escaped the fallen angel's mouth as he realized who was entering the classroom after his classes.
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Smoothly, Laurent turned in his office chair to face the long-haired brunette. He watched as she entered, the name Vashti Evans immediately being associated with the young woman who constantly caused him mayhem.
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"Listen, if you plan to cause more mischief, you can turn and leave right now," Laurent responded coldly.
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Evidently, the fallen angel did not appreciate the previous incidents, most specifically the blind date he was randomly entered into. Fixation was placed on Vashti, Laurent watching as she plucked the photo from his desk, which slightly bothered the professor. The photograph was among the few he had of his beloved mother, and the larger man always became concerned when people felt the need to touch the old photo. The question was met with a stern face, Laurent disliking the notion of Vashti requesting to meet his mother.
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"No, you can't," he stated vaguely. "Now put that down!"
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Thoughts associated with the death of his family were unwelcomed, Laurent oftentimes remaining hush on his past. There were plenty of students who pondered the photo alongside the metal encasing his damaged arm. The bolder students would directly inquire about the reason, but the fallen angel remained tight-lipped. After a few moments, the professor slowly rose from his chair, concerned Vashti would not put the picture frame down.
Spring was finally becoming more evident in Lorsette as snow gradually melted away, revealing the ground hidden beneath several layers of cold snow. There were few clouds in the azure coloured sky, a mere few dots failing to block the sun which pridefully stood, shining through the blue canvas. Sunlight leaked through the classroom, Laurent staring from the other side of a window, trapped indoors until he finished his duties as a TRS professor. Only a few more jobs required his attention, but the tall man longed for freedom from the confines of his classroom. The weather was favourable for working outside, the numerous jobs for spring cleaning weighing on Laurent's mind as he slowly proceeded to grade papers related to terror research. The topic related to fear eaters, a more simplistic introductory lesson for those joining the TRS opposed to the unexpected variables of the robotic animals; depending on weapon composition, there was an endless yielding of different combinations. Wordy documents were viewed on the large man's computer as he hunched over, carefully reading each word.
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The right hand manned the mouse while the left arm patiently waited for typing, the damages caused centuries ago making the professor hesitant to overuse the limb. There were a mere few documents remaining, Laurent accomplishing a majority of his marking while his previous class reviewed the materials for an upcoming test. Fortunately, the final class had been a mature and pleasant group, resulting in the professor reading through a majority of the work. A soft sigh escaped his lips as he leaned back, stretching his arms up before scratching his bearded chin. There were instances where it felt as though he spent days hunched over staring at student papers, alas, these were the expectations of a professor. For a few moments, he leaned back against the backrest of his chair, hazel eyes flitting towards the black frame stationed on his desk. There were few items which decorated the desk of Professor Laurent Maythorn, most being limited to small units designed for organization. A small container which held the day's assignments, several headers indicating grade levels, a hand-in bin for completed assignments and a shelf-like structure containing binders with valuable information about the lessons. There was always a water bottle or occasionally a mug full of coffee; today it remained the former held in a silver canister.
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However, the most notable item which a majority of his students were intrigued by was a single black picture frame stationed nearby the regular monitor. Contained in the black and white borders was a picture of a woman, beautiful and young with a broad smile across her face. Her perfect hourglass figure accompanied by wavy locks of dirty blonde hair which framed her gorgeous face. Awkwardly, her left arm jutted out while the other remained folded across her stomach, although, where left arm went was unknown to anybody capturing a mere glimpse. A majority believed perhaps he had a secret lover he abandoned in London, England prior to his departure, others thought she was a divorced wife he remained obsessed with. The closest answers were she was a deceased lover, however, they nonetheless were false. Under most circumstances, Laurent remained hushed about the identity of the woman in the photo, deciding to avoid reopening the painful scars which manifested that evening... The endless flames followed by allowing the influences of hell to make him sin.
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The woman in the photo was his mother, Cera Maythorn, a woman willing to nurse the son of her ex-lover, Marcus Evans. There remained nobody aware of the fact the photo was folded over, hiding Marcus behind his mother. From the opinions his mother possessed over the man, Laurent never desired to meet his biological father, believing him to be an unfaithful liar for abandoning her. Single-handedly, Cera was expected to raise him, the assistance she gained from her parents a fortune. A long sigh escaped Laurent's lips as he adjusted his position, shoving old memories away in favour of completing his work. There would be plenty of time to ponder his misfortunes, but he wished to grade the digital assignments and request for his students to check over his comments before finishing and handing in their final copies. Gradually, the man settled, right hand smoothly highlighting a segment of incorrect information before creating a comment to correct the statement; he wanted to assure his students would have their facts straight. There was a slowness as Laurent's fingers tapped the keys, the professor becoming immersed in his work once again.
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