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!
“You’re tough I’ll give you that, but crazy.” Nicolas openly joked with her, his mood light and different from the way it had been during their meeting this afternoon. Alida wondered if it was due to exhaustion, or if it was her own low energy levels that made him appear more amiable and approachable than before. “So why were you out here all alone anyways?”
“I’m new to Lorsette,” She explained, too tired to have her usual pep or attitude, and was actually much more laid back and casual as well. “Staying with some friends of the family. Wanted personal space, I guess.”
She snorted and tilted her head back, closing her eyes as she rested. “Hah, I said to my mom before I left; ‘It’s just the park. Nothing’s going to happen!’. I stand corrected.”
Alida didn’t know enough about Reapers or their abilities, but prejudice had her instantly assuming it must have been him. The redhead beside her nearly forgotten, she would have stormed off to confront the black-haired man at the far end of the cafe — if the girl hadn’t suddenly stood, shoving her iced coffee back at her; or what was left of it.
Nothing was left of it. The action certainly distracted Alida from the spike of aggression that had once consumed her, causing the honey blond to falter as she looked toward her cup and then the girl — what was her name again? Evelyn. The girl had coffee and ice cream spilled all down her pants, so much so there was no saving that. The sight instantly caused her to cringe, guilt finally catching up to her.
Was this some sort of prank? Or was she being targeted in much the same way she had been back in Corner Brook? She couldn’t wrap her head around a Reaper targeting her, unless he had somehow figured out what she was. Otherwise, appearing as a demon, most Reapers and undead species weren’t as prejudice against the Hell spawn.
“U-Uh…,” She hesitated, desperately looking between the retreating girl and the Reaper at the other end of the cafe. She had finally caught his attention, and he arched an eyebrow at her. But, with a tch under her breath, she quickly turned on her heel and decided to head after the girl.
“Hey, Evelyn!” She called out as she walked into the girl’s washroom, seeing Evelyn at the sink trying to mend the damage to her clothes. “Sorry about that, I’m not really sure who attacked me or why?” She admitted as she headed over. “I thought it was the Reaper, but… yeah. Scared the shit out of me, and…” She motioned toward the sopping mess that graced the other girl, another cringe coming to her features. “Uh, well… I can… give you some money for a new pair?”
Nicolas sat down on the bench next to her, leaned back and stretched his legs out. “Yeah,” He agreed and then asked, “You ever deal with cops before?”
The energy was zapped from her and the headache it had brought forth felt like a drill burrowing into the life side of her skull. Damn, she had really overdone it, hadn’t she? Still, the f***ing bastard had deserved all she had delivered. If she had actually been a full-fledged demon, she could have dished out even more. Speaking of which, Nicolas had been completely useless (minus his call to the police). Although, she was far too tired to care or make a quip remark.
Instead, she slouched back against the bench and spread her legs out in very much the same manner as the demon counterpart, and let both of her hands fall to the bench beside her. “Yeah…,” She muttered out, and then exhaled a large sigh of relief. “Gotten into… a lot of fights over the years.”
“We have Alchemy together,” the younger boy supplied a bit more helpfully than Ivory had. “W-well, we just met though. This is my first day at school.”
His boyish appearance, light voice, and awkward stammer made Alida feel pity well up in the depths of her stomach. Volos-almighty, how was this boy going to survive? Was life in Lorsette really that different than Corner Brook? If he had lived in her city, he would have been eaten alive.
“Are you… related…?”
Alida had finished with the remainder of the books — the ginger having actually picked up the majority of them. She had made her way to Ivory and had handed the books to her.
“Nah,” She was the first to supply while Ivory moved forward to accept the remainder of books that her classmate had collected. “Thank you,” she supplied all good-mannerly, but Alida ventered forward to step into place beside them as they started to head down the stairs.
“First day of school, huh? So, how’d that go?” Alida asked out of pure morbid curiosity.
Alida’s natural disposition was to be suspicious of everyone, considering the past she had endured. In fact, it was a bit irksome to know that the human appearance and female gender of the girl was enough to let quite a bit of a guard down. Although, it was true that most of her trouble had come from guys and the hell species. Plus, Ivory’s family and her mother continually referenced the city of Lorsette as different than Corner Brook; filled with diversity and acceptance. Eh, but it wasn’t exactly something she had ever experienced, so she couldn’t even fathom the idea.
The redhead introduced herself as Evelyn, but wasn’t much for conversation. Her lack of engagement merely spiked Alida’s suspicion — if she wasn’t good at socializing then why the hell would she choose to sit next to her on the couch? Was she targeting her? Did she have some sort of red target printed on her forehead? Something that gave her away that she wasn’t aware of? If anything, Lorsette felt even more dangerous than Corner Brook because now she had to watch out for both hell and heaven species. Ivory and her family were the exception in society, and she’d believe as much until she was proven otherwise.
She was too hostile for her own good: “So, uh, is there a —,” She started but nearly sucked in her words, her heart leaping within her throat, as a black shadow mass suddenly sprung from the rug at her feet and loomed over her. With her heart in her throat, she leapt to her feet, her drink completely forgotten. It fell forward and landed on Evelyn beside her, upside down, ice cream and iced coffee soaking through her clothes.
“Shit! What?!” Alida cringed, her heart slamming so fast in her chest that it was actually painful. As quickly as the shadow had manifested, it had gone. Unknown to Alida was the fact that it was the work of a trickster Kitsune who had used illusion manipulation for a little fun. The shadow had appeared to Alida alone, and no one else, making it appear as though she had leapt from her seat and had flung her drink accidentally onto the girl beside her.
At the window, a white fox with five tails watched and giggled, looking around to see if it could use its illusion magic over another cafe customer.
Alida’s gaze instantly riveted away from Evelyn, not noticing or perhaps caring that she had spilled her drink on her, instead to look straight at the reaper who was still seated at the far end of the cafe, by the window, drinking his coffee and going over notes.
Roughly an hour and a half had passed since the whole burglar fiasco, and both she and Nicolas had been required to give lengthy statements to the police officers who had arrived at the scene, taking the man away in handcuffs. They had been given their stolen belongings back, but in the aftermath of it all… Alida felt kind of sick. Her complexion had noticeably paled, and she had taken the opportunity to sit down at one of the park’s benches while Nicolas finished up with the police. She had used up quite a bit of her energy. Contrary to demons, her species actually only held the ability to wield over minor manipulation, and the amount she had exerted in that moment of adrenaline and drive, along with the stress of the investigation, had left her feeling sick and lightheaded.
This wasn’t at all what she had imagined when she had convinced her mother and the Shephard’s that she would simply be going to the “park”. How had it ended in a crime scene? Alida held her head within her hands, bent forward with her elbows propped on her knees, and her long honey blond hair cascading down over her shoulders. Her sunglasses had long since been removed, instead clipped to one of her jean’s waist loops.
When she spied Nicolas venturing over, and the police finally taking their leave, she openly groaned in complaint. “Ugh, I feel like shit.”
Alida paused mid-dusting when the dark haired kid suddenly began shifting. To say she was surprised would have been an understatement, yet it hadn’t come to the honey blond as completely blind-sided. The Shephard’s had warned her of Lorsette and the fact that the city was a melting pot of different species. “F**k off lady,” The overweight, muscular, bearded man warned her, now standing a good few inches above her own height. “And you call the cops and I gut your friend.”
He held a dagger within one hand, threatening the two of them, treating her like some sort of damsel in distress. She supposed she wasn’t the sharpest crayon in the box, and held a temper like a firecracker. Growing up in an environment where she had been constantly beaten down by her peers left her with an edge of irrational decisions, borne from a lack of fear, in dangerous situations.
Whips and lashes of solid darkness ejected from the shadows in a split second, Nicolas still in mid-sentence from atop the barrier. They shot out to bind around the man’s eyes, acting like anchors and chains that were meant to pull him backward and bind him to the ground. “F**k you,” She hollered as they made contact, two others simultaneously targeting the burly man’s ankles, intending to rip his fat ass from the ground and let gravity fasten him to his demise. The one thing she hadn’t targeted, ironically enough, had been the dagger he still held clutched in one meaty fist.
For a moment, Alida had no idea what Nicolas was going on about with his hand gestures. She stared up at him, a clearly perplexed expression on her features, but as he excessively pointed and mouthed the answer to her, realization dawned on the blond. She gave him the A-OK, suddenly feeling a bit… entertained, although it was probably terrible for her to feel so. They were essentially terrorizing this poor kid. But, he was a thief, and she was going to teach him a lesson.
When Nicolas landed at the top of the barrier, Alida stepped forward, hands first. The illusion of green hedges flickered and distorted, dissolving into dirt, pouring down over her shoulders and hair as she stepped through. With clumps tumbling down her bangs and hitting her in the nose, she was clearly unamused as she stepped forward into the enclosed space the kid had made for himself.
With a snap of her forefinger and thumb, she had erected a barrier of her own — one made of darkness, completely sealing off the only exit. “I’m skipping the police and going to spank your ass myself,” She sternly told him, crossing her arms over her chest. However, more of the dirt lost its hold and fell from her shoulder, over her arms and chest. “Argh, really.” She openly complained, and took a moment out of the interrogation to begin dusting down her hair and clothes.
The dirty blond seemed so utterly confounded and tongue-tied that Alida faltered for a second. A sheepish sort of feeling sweltered over her feminine form, tinting her cheeks with the subtlest hint of a blush. The fact that she had rendered him completely useless, and all while he stared at her, mouth agape, made her feel a bit… frazzled. What the hell? Get a grip, weirdo. She silently fumed, but thankfully (for Nicolas) he had decided to finally get his sense about him and summoned his demon wings to take to the sky. Alida felt a twinge of envy enter her as she watched him take flight for a moment, knowing that her own wings resembled a bird, not a bat. She needed to do something about that.
With a conniving and mischievous smile spreading across her face, she didn’t hesitate to finally head into the maze, following the guide of the demon, while she silently relished in the thought of proving her worth to this sorry sod. How dare he assume that she couldn’t handle herself. She’d get this little thief, and teach them all a lesson.
A small but amused smile had graced Alida’s lips, her mahogany gaze drawn to Ivory upon hearing her outburst. The girl was certainly a bizarre, yet refreshing, breath of fresh air. Although, their large gap in age difference left Alida feeling more often like an older sister than a potential friend. Beside her, the young male stood and stammered out a shy thank you. The sound of his timid voice brought Alida's attention to him, her arms folding across her chest as she studied him for a mute second. It hadn't gone unnoticed how his gaze roamed to everywhere but her. The discrimination was something she was still getting used to. In Corner Brook, practically everyone was from Hell, and mostly demon. Lorsette was a melting pot of diversity and at times felt rather chaotic. Just the other day her and Ivory had been at the Crescent Moon Cafe, and within the first ten minutes the establishment had occupied two shifters, a, well, “demon”, and a reaper.
Alida certainly held no understanding of it. But, eh, she would rather be feared for being a demon than be attacked and ridiculed for being a fallen. “It’s okay, Ivory. Accidents happen… I’ll help with picking up your books, okay? It really is fine.” The kid spoke to Ivory, and even flashed her a supportive smile, and a nefarious idea came to Alida. Ivory was clearly reluctant to start bending with her knee scraped up and bleeding, and had grown awkward with the predicament. However, a wily smirk had come to grace Alida’s mouth and it had caught Ivory's attention. While the boy busied himself with her scattered books, Alida had ignited a flare of solid blackness to flicker and spark within the palm of her hand. Alida cocked her head, her mahogany gaze gleaming, brows high, as she stared directly at Ivory, whom in turn began frantically waving her hands and shaking her head.
When Alida burst out laughing, and put her darkness away, Ivory gave her a dirty look for her dirty trick. Alida easily leaning over and scooped up a few of the books as well before inquiring, “You two seem to know each other. Classmates?”
“Why yes we are, thank you very much,” Ivory retorted with an exaggerated sigh of relief, but then squeaked when Alida tossed a book her way. She caught it ungracefully, and had to pause to smooth her hair down, tossing it over her shoulder before she began to brush the book off.
Ivory’s long white hair had spilled down her shoulders and back in an unruly mess, her large, but cat-like, blue eyes bubbling with a set of tears as she dusted one of her knees off. “I’m so sorry,” She wept, clearly upset by her blunder, but had also scraped one of her knees in the fall. “All of my books fell, and I tripped over them, and then I was scared you were going to tumble down the stairs.” The fifteen year old shifter sniffled and wiped away at her tears, looking toward Alfonse, whom she had brought down in her own demise, and she felt just terrible. What a horribly embarrassing and ninny thing to do. Why couldn’t she be graceful like her animal shift? Or her angel ancestry? At least she was beautiful like them, she thought with another sniff, as brought her hand through her hair, attempting to fix it.
Alida climbed the staircase and ventured over to the two, stopping a few feet shy of them to cock an eyebrow in their direction. “Do you make a habit of this?” She asked Ivory, but offered the ginger haired kid an outstretched hand to help him back up to his feet. He looked rather young, almost not even high school age; definitely a freshman. She wasn’t used to the softer looking boys. Living and growing up in Corner Brook had surrounded her with a bunch of demon boy brutes.
“No!” Ivory whined and began to scramble to her feet, favoring her scraped knee.
Because of her history, schools always gave off bad vibes for the eighteen year old. Alida Honora stood at the outer gates of Lorsette’s high school, one leg bent and her boot pressed against the brick wall, arms folded over her chest, head low, and eyes closed honey blond hair draped over a shoulder. A few of the students whispered about her as they passed; some in awe, others assuming she was some sort of badass, and of course there had been a few sexist remarks from some males. She ignored them all and simply waited for Ivory to arrive. It was strange being on the other side of the gates, rather than apart of the student body. She was officially an “adult”, although she didn’t feel like one. Eighteen was supposed to be the year of awakening and revelation, but it had skipped over her.
A handful of minute later, a commotion at the top of the stairs was what finally drew Alida’s undivided attention. Ivory Sheppard had exited the double doors of the school’s entrance, in an obvious hurry and careless as usual, stumbling over herself, books tumbling from her arms and scattering amongst the gray cement. Her sneakered foot caught one of the many, sent her forward and at a ginger haired male who had been unluck enough to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. Alida watched, deadpan, as Ivory flailed about, grasping onto the younger male’s black overcoat, at first looking as though her mishap was going to send the ginger barrelling down the flight of stairs. However, Ivory realised this as well, and ended up jerking him backward, in fright, and the two landed on top of one another in a heap on the ground, surrounded by her scattered schoolbooks.
Well, this was certainly… awkward. Alida lightly tapped one of her fingers against her cheek as she remained leaned forward, her elbow propped up on one leg. She wasn’t at all used to this bizarre sort of set-up and she half expected to find some of the girl’s friends shuffling in through the front door to join her. The silence was so strained and tense that the sound of the girl’s every move, every crinkle of her bag, every bit, and sip of her drink seemed to be amplified by tenfold. Until, finally, Alida just snickered on a laugh and couldn’t take it anymore.
“Uh, I’m Alida by the way?” She half-laughed, feeling quite incredulous as she introduced herself. Men were the ones who usually targeted her, and so she supposed she was naturally less wary of females. “You look about my age. Or, well, somewhere around there, I think.” She added with a flippant gesture of her hand, although she didn’t offer it in handshake. Even if she was less wary, she still wasn’t stupid.
Haha, I'll have to find the perfect timing for it to happen! I'm surprised by how well they interacted all on their own, without the need for spilling of drinks. xD
Nicolas hadn’t hesitated to reach out and clamp down over one of her wrists, keeping her rooted in her spot. “Wait. What are you going to do, run around in hopes that you spot him?” Alida’s sharp mahogany gaze riveted to the other, blond hair falling over one shoulder, as she took in his scrutinizing words. Sure, whatever, she deserved that. She had acted irrationally, and had already bullied him on various points throughout their meeting today.
But, when he turned the plan to her flying over the maze while he secured the thief, her expression quickly narrowed in distaste. Although she had been picked on at Corner Brook high, even physically assaulted, one of the things that had been more rare was them underestimating her. Downplaying her ability to apprehend or kick ass. Sure, they’d talk shit — but that’s all it had been. They had all known, underneath the lies, that she had been a force to be reckoned with.
“How about you take the skies, pretty boy?” She challenged, placing one of her hands on her hip as she cocked an eyebrow at him. “I’ll apprehend our little thief.”
Nicolas laughed, but again there was an awkwardness to it. Alida physically rolled her eyes from behind her shades, wondering if he was attracted to her. Over her last few years of high school she had suffered through a lot of vulgar commentary regarding her features and so she was not ignorant to the fact that males found her exotically attractive. But, she wished they didn’t and that she wasn’t; some of the things that had been said to her were downright terrifying.
“Look… I mean you don’t have to stick around.” Nicolas told her. Alida glanced to him and could see that he was staring straight ahead, his face scrunched in distaste. “You don’t even know me.”
“So what,” She gave a shrug, but her earlier thoughts made her second guess her nonchalant attitude. Why was she sticking around? Why was she bothering to humor him? Eh… Who even was this guy, and would he one day decide to try and physically beat her, like so many of the others?
“Che,” She made a noise of annoyance, dropping her leg, and leaned forward to start and get up. However, within her pocket her hand hit… “...The hell…,” She whispered out tightly, her jaw clenched, and her gaze going to Nicolas as she very pointedly pulled out her hand, gripping a fistful of sand. “The little ass stole my phone!” She shouted, springing into a standing position with every intention to storm the maze.
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