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!
Zephyr glanced at his notes. Technically, he wasnt supposed to do any medical related experiments. Not since the last time, when he had helped out a Hunter who lost his arm. It wasnt Zeph's fault the arm went out of control. The Hunter failed to report for an OS update for the programming to prevent Technopaths from tampering with it...
But this wasnt technically medical. It was Dietary. Field Rations, to be precise. The issue for most hunters, was that proper nutrition required time, or the consumption of foul tasting nutrient bars. Zephyr knew the pain of this. And he had decided to take on the challenge of making field rations that were nutritionally complete, and didnt taste like the wrong end of a monkey with dysentery.
So far only six of the thirty-five experimental foods stuffs had resulted in injury or illness. That was actually well below the standard for him. Now that he weeded out the dangerous one by self testing, it was time to find a volunteer to test the taste of the flavors he had created for the other 29 different nutrient supplements.
There were 7 gels, 5 pastes, and 6 liquids, and 11 cereal bar types. Now he had added natural and artificial flavorings, using his specially designed flavor infusing device. There were samples in flavors ranging from dinner type, with meat and vegetable flavors, to dessert and breakfast, with fruit, yogurt and chocolate flavors, but no actual chocolate, due to its danger to Shifters.
Now he just needed a willing volunteer...his own sense of taste was currently...out of commission due to the effects of the 5th of the six failures...his tongue would take a few weeks to regrow the taste buds...
Zephyr noticed the fear and sighed. While he was not a 'peopley' sort of person, he did get along with most animals. Shifting a but more than his usual, going from fully human, to having ears, a tail, and a fine coating of fur on his arms, legs and face, he reached for his Zoopathy.
"Hey, if you're hungry, you just need to ask. I can get you something. I'm not going to hurt you."
Zeph reached into the small countertop fridge he kept on his work bench and pulled out a package of thinly sliced smoked ham, some cheddar cheese slices, and a loaf of bread. He waggled the package of ham, his own special recipe, smoked in his personal smoke shed.
Zephyr was deep in thought, and his nose was running like a kitchen faucet. Why had the dispersal device exploded? He glanced at the ruptured handheld device, designed to spray a scent numbing chemical into the face of terrors, or other scent sensitive threats.
Absently, the Dire Wolf Shifter reached back to where his sandwich, roast beef and swiss on a marbled rye bread, with spicy brown mustard, should have been sitting.
Instead he found only an empty plate. Turning to the empty plate he growled. His eyes tracked left, then right.
"Roland...I swear to Saint Helen one of these days im going to bolt you to a concrete block and drop you into the Marianna Trench."
He then spotted the dog in HIS crate, with HIS food. Of course, normally this elicit a response of anger, but the submissive way the dog held itself did much to cool his head.
"I dunno who let you in here, pup, but this isnt a safe place. Also, thats my food you are eating."
Zephyr had been at the Headquarters since before the storm had even started, as part of the R&D department, as well as being the top developer for armor, he had been hard at work making the snow gear the TRS hunters would be using during the cold weather. Each Hunter's gear had been custom made, with special care taken for those who were not human to be comfortable.
He sat at a window, watching the snow swirl and thrash like a wounded animal. Something rankled his nerves. Something was out there that made every instinct scream that it was dangerous. But he wasnt a hunter. Not anymore, he made weapons, he did what he was best suited for.
but that did not change the fact that he felt a need, not a desire, but a true need, to be out there, armed and dangerous. Something wasnt right.
"VR works better for remote combat systems,controllers are nice and easy, but if i can get a system rigged that makes the the connection between remote unit and pilot into a realtime response, it would be like actually fighting for the pilot, without the risk of injury. It would also allow more normal humans to help fight the Terrors."
He paused in thought.
"Maybe thats why the system hasnt been working...ive only had gifted humans and non humans test it, and since it relies on magical interfaces, perhaps their natural magical rhythms disrupt the program..."
The wolf shifter started to get lost in his thoughts on how normal, non gifted or magical humans might be the answer to why his system wouldn't work.
"My workshop is always cluttered, they just dont understand that my genius comes with cost."
At the mention of his weapons he grinned.
"All of them. Guns, swords, daggers, shields, i tried to make a powersuit, but...well the agent survived, and thats what matters! As for the games i play, right now im trying my hand at VR first person shooters, i have an idea for a remote operated android to try and reduce casualties among the TRS."
Zephyr grinned like a fool for a moment before snapping down the shutters and returning to his 'normal' neutral expression.
"Right so, I'll grab my keys, we can take my bike."
His motorcycle, build from the frame up, right here in this laboratory workshop, it ran off special charms that channeled raw magic out of the earth. He had hopes that one day he could design a larger, or possibly more efficient model to replace fossil fuels.
It was also his pride and joy for another reason.
He had made it into an exact replica of the Harley Davidson his father had ridden before the Terrors kill the entire family.
Zephyr grinned, which for him was odd, he was normally a pretty dour person, overly serious, outside of his work.
"Great! i mean , cool. Give me a minute to get my stuff? And I can get us a car if you like. Unless you would rather walk? Or run?"
For shifters, running was a term for taking animal form and enjoying the rush of the free movement.Of course with her new pendant storage, Nyla could now shift and not have to carrying her other items. And Zephyr had his own of course.
He grabbed his wallet, TRS badge, and a key set that included a motorcycle key.
"Well, I work to distract myself, and to destroy as many terrors as I can. The fact a lot of the more elite hunters, like Roland, tend to break their weapons, means i have to keep up not only with new requests, but repeated requests. So keep myself plenty distracted."
He blinked a few times, and then not wanting her to leave too quickly, or at least leave his presence, he blurted out an offer.
"While we brainstorm ideas, would you like to go to a small place and get something to eat? Outside the building? Theres a nice place, a few blocks away, they make amazing food, and the owner is a Gifted Human with the ability to create the raw ingredients so no animals are killed for the meat, and no planted need to be harvested."
((Thats an NPC concept i have, maybe a full character))
Zephyr laughed although there was a bit of embarrassment in the laughter. The workshop was always cluttered. Truthfully he never really bothered with cleaning because it was so...relaxed. He preferred to keep his mind running, because when he wasn't busy, he started to think about things he preferred to leave locked away.
"Well, I might do a bit of cleaning later. Organize things at least. I just tend to...forget about the cleaning while i work."
Her name caused a small spark in his mind, as he thought of Several meanings. His favorite perhaps being the Irish 'Champion'. He immediately thought of a set of armor, as well as several long knives and daggers he could craft that would compliment such a theme.
When she talked about he and his partner being a good team he became slightly uneasy.
"Hmm, well hes a skilled charm maker, and he doesnt talk much. We get along because both prefer to get our work done, quickly, and effectively. He doesnt pressure me to work faster, or slower, and i dont push him to make charms stronger, or more complex. I mean, you could call us friends, but outside of our workshop, we dont spend a lot of time together."
Normally, Zephyr found rambling to be annoying. Not in this case however. He found it oddly endearing.
When she offered to clean up for him, he was torn between wanting to accept, because it meant having her around, and wanting to refuse, because the mess was embarrassing. He was no longer torn when he considered her younger sister as part of the equation.
"You could bring your sister along, if you like. I actually kind of like kids."
Children were one of the few things that most people found annoying that he did not. He preferred children, because their minds were more open to the possibilities, not bound by the boxes that society eventually plunked down over everyone's heads.
"And yes, I carved it myself. Everything here was made by me. My assistant supplies the magic that powers the charms, but I work the materials, and I write up the formulas and equations for the spells used. I prefer to shape materials, my drawing skills are limited to straight edged blueprints, and schematics."
He nodded, shifting while fighting was one of his own issues. It had lead to him inventing the 'near infinite space' charm, which stored his items, mostly weapons and armor. But he was a bit faster at shifting than most others. He closed his eyes and then it came to him. An idea he had toyed with, as a way of defending injured hunters who had fallen.
"Area of Effect. I actually know something along that line that would help. Ah, come on in, just dont mind the mess, i sacrifice cleaning for getting work done."
He stepped back, suddenly ashamed of the cluttered and messy condition of his workshop, which had never bothered him before. He hurried over to a charming stand and began scratching notes on a piece of paper for his assistant once the Fallen Angel returned.
"Right so you might not be aware, since very few people are, even among Hunters, but, there are charm spells that cast an area of effect. They dont tend to last long, only a half hour at most, but for a shifter, that wouldn't be an issue, you would use it for a minute at most, then it would be turned off. A shifter with a speedier transformation would get at least 30 uses out of it. We never really explored further, because no one ever thought of using for shifters in that sense. It was first developed for use on battlefield medical hospitals. I dont have any that are small enough for a single person to carry right now, we were experimenting with a larger charm that would have a longer life span. For now though..."
He opened a drawer and pulled out a carefully carved pendant charm. The charm was carved into the shapes wolf's head, something of Zeph's actually, a replacement charm he had been working on for his own current one.
"Right this is a Storage Charm, my own invention, with the help of my assistant. It can hold up to the mass of an adult African elephant. Thats mass, not weight. If you try to put a 5 ton tractor trailer in there, it wont fit. but you could a 40 ton hyper dense sphere in there and no issue. Just put it on, then say 'Register'. That will link the charm to you, so no one else can access the weapons or armor within. When you put an item, give the item a name or a number. Then when you need it, simply say 'Access' then the name of the item. With Armor, it will automatically equip it, if you register it while you are wearing it. Weapons appear in the hand they were last held in."
He was trying very hard to not stare, or stutter, or say something stupid.
"Weapons? Yeah, its sort of my specialty. Busy? Not really, i almost never get backlogged."
Probably because he almost never slept, and thus spent almost all of his time working on the weapons.
"Is there anything in particular you would be interested in? I have magnetic knives, daggers charmed to return to your hand after throwing them, throwing knives designed, and charmed, for added effects against creatures made of ice. Exploding Kunai knives. I could make something custom. U'm, i would offer you a seat inside, but i think the chair is buried in...materials."
Materials. More like three weeks worth of energy drink cans. His assistant was going to go nuts when he returned from his trip.
Roland was off duty. Roland was also hungover. And he forgot his radio.
He was dressed in crisp, somehow unwrinkled black jeans, a white t shirt, and his favorite red leather duster. He also had a massive revolver, chambered in .457 magnum, holstered at his waist. Any normal human who tried to fire that, without enhanced strength or durability, would break their hand, wrist, and probably their shoulder too. For a Lycan, it was no more painful than firing a .45.
He left the liquor store, bottle of expensive scotch in one hand, and a pack of all natural, additive free cigarettes in the other. He managed to get one into his mouth and light it, then put the pack into his magical pocket. Zephyr had made it for him, the whole duster was made from Wyvern Hide, thus held magic charm easily. the nearly infinite pocket contained God Only Knew how many empty packs and used up lighters.
He rounded a corner and spotted the dead Hunters on the ground. He raised an eyebrow, noting the knife wounds, but lack of any scent of metal having been used. Then he turned and spotted and the girl. Damn, she was a sight to behold. The eyes were certainly the most stunning thing in his opinion.
"Well then. You dont look shocked to see these dead bodies, i guess that means you have something to do with...how they ended up dead. Normally i would have to kill you, for the simple fact you killed people i am obligated to work with. But since you're pretty, ill let you go if you see a movie with me."
Zephyr was elbows deep in a new set of mechanized aror, strictly experimental, and he was under threat of house arrest if he tested it without notifying and getting permission from, the upper levels.
He was also knee deep in energy drink cans and fast food wrappers. all of them licked clean, out of a lack of interest in leaving the workshop. However a knock at the door turned his attention away, his ears perked, having them out so he could listen for the soft tinking of tiny screws falling out of place.
He made his way to the door, his heart thrumming annoyingly for no reason. When he opened the door, three things happened. The first was that he realized there was a very attractive hunter standing there. The second was that his nose picked up on the definite scent of a Fox Shifter.
The third, was his chest felt like it was about to rupture with joy, a joy that had no place, between strangers.
"I, ah, Can i help you?"
His oh so smooth words were followed the sound of a small mountain of tin cans cascading out around his legs.
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