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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Roland let the hug happen. This was not his first time dealing with multiple personalities. You spent enough time around Hell Species and the like, and you encountered some weird shit.
"Heres the deal kid. One, you get food any time you come to me, but you make trouble, and i gotta deal with that. I will feed you entire cows if you want. Those taste good. Eating people will make you sick. Trust me. People are gross, and unclean. Especially the ones in uniforms like mine. Shifters are even worse. Zeph would probably give you a fifty year belly ache if you ate him. Hes all sour, no sweet."
He opened the door to the bar, and walked in, presumably with the strange child in tow. He walked behind thye counter, poured himself a drink, and fired up the flat top throwing some pork chops on it. Applesauce was found under a cupboard.
"Eat this till the meat is done." He thumped the 2 gallon can of applesauce on the counter. the meat began to fill the building with a savory aroma. Despite being a drunkard and a womanizer, Roland could actually cook like a professional.
Roland Glared at her. "No, i am not. I got things to do kid, before i die. Like i said, ive eaten bigger, badder, and scarier brats than you. I warn you, I aint got serious yet. But if i do, you might die. If you are hungry, we can fix that, without killing people. Besides, even if you managed to kill me, that would bring the whole damn group on you. You might pull of a miracle, beating me, but no way you can handle my little cousin when he rages. Even i wouldnt want to be on the receiving end of his real anger. He'd probably chew your little doggies's heads off, then eat your guts while you screamed. Berserk Shifters aint a joke."
He leaned back, he wasnt stupid, despite how he acted. Those fangs were dripping poison. "You want food, i will get you food. But you aint eating people on my watch. you can do whatever want, out in those woods. But my boss would skin me alive if i let some rouge shifter type kid go around scoffing up the local bar flies."
Roland narrowed his eyes. He didnt want to hurt a kid. He was an asshole, but he wasnt a monster either. Actually that was debatable, especially after the time he ripped that AP member's heart out and ate it. The guy deserved it, but yeah, thats not normal.
Roland opted to not draw his revolvers, instead he just dodged three of the heads, and swung his fully shifted fist towards the side of the fourth heads skull, at the base where the skull ended and the neck presumable began. Compared to fighting a pair of brutes and a swarmer, this was like dancing a waltz.
Roland was the only one in the bar. Everyone had fled when the Lycan had gotten deep into his bottles. Even the Bartender. He heard the call of being eaten, and the childish voice. He was already half drunk, his Lycan metabolism burning the alcohol almost as fast he sucked it down. He sauntered out of the bar, half scowling, and looked at the ten foot tall mass of snake bodies, wolf heads and...a little girl?
"I dont fight kids. Come back when ya get old enough to drink, then i'll kick yer ass." He paused for a moment. "and dun' think yer little wolfie friends scare me. I've killed and eaten bigger, badder things than you." He partially shifted, his wolf like maw causing his mask to hit the ground, revealing the mutilated side of his face. Even Brute Terrors tended to pause when he did this. He was the Best Hunter in the Lorsette branch, possible in all of North American. He just didnt care about such things, and never really did his job as quickly or efficiently as he could.
The stare of the small child did not go unnoticed. Neither did the clearly manipulative change in posture from relaxed confidence, to 'lost child'.
However Roland respected the effort. If you had an asset, be it strength, charm, or good looks, it only made sense to utilize it. He pretended to ignore the kid, who had a faint scent like one of the demon type hell races, but that didnt really mean much, not to the lycanthrope.
When he reached the vendor he gave a wink as he paid for two rounds of the fried dough, and only took one. Kids were usually afraid of him, unless they knew him.
The stark contrast between the alcoholic Elite Hunter who slaughtered Terrors and AP members alike with little to no remorse, and the laughing 'uncle' who cared for the little kids at the TRS daycare as if they were his own, made some of the other hunters question his mental stability.
The tall redheaded man with the half mask wandered the streets. The only sign he wasnt a mindless Zombie was that his periodic groans were on occasion distinguishable as curses. Most often a certain word that rhymes with the word Truck, but contains one less letter...
Roland Blacktower. Elite Hunter, and career alcoholic, had been drinking. Again. His memories of the night before consisted of flashes of light, faces, and various body parts...some of them not attached to the body they belonged to. So a fight at some point. The taste of vomit in his mouth told him he had probably thrown up a few times before sobering up enough to really think.
He turned his head as he caught a smell that reminded him of his empty stomach. Fried Dough. It was exceedingly popular back where he grew up, but here in the colder-than-a-witch's-underwire tundra that was Canada...not so much. He beelined for the vendor, standing in line, waiting...and watching the small form of what he took to be a child moving within the crowd.
Despite his crass mannerism, he did like children.
"If you can kill me, you can make me into a rug for all i care. But im not that easy to kill. As for who wins? Well, dont think it much matters myself. The way wars like this tend to go...Only the angels and Demons and their ilk will really be around to see who wins. Those of us who dont have ten thousand year life spans will be dead, one way or another, long before this conflict is over."
He kept his pistol ready, but no longer pointed it at her.
"Tell you what, I'll give you a handicap. I wont change during the 5 minutes. After that, if you want to still fight, I'm going to shift into my Lycan form."
Roland started laughing as she refused him, however when she started to walk away, his laughter stopped, and he drew and fired a round from his custom pistol.
The charmed lead slug slammed into a pick up truck, leaving a hole the size of a bowling ball in its side, and lifting the 1 ton vehicle onto its two passenger side wheels for a moment.
"I might be a womanizing drunk, but i do have a reputation to uphold as an Elite Hunter. I told you, if you land a hit on me in five minutes, you can walk away. That doesn't mean you can just walk off. You have two options, girly. Take my offer, or make a better one."
His visible eye showed a hard, sharp anger.
"I might not be the sort to get angry over a few dead comrades. But, you had the Gall, the NERVE to come to MY city and cause trouble. I'm not a guy who holds grudges, you make things right, we can be, if not friends, at least respectful enemies. But you disrespect me, and i have no use for you."
He kept his pistol aimed at her.
"We really arent different. Not really. We happen to have slightly different views. You think your way is the right one, i think my way is. But really we both have the idea, just different figure heads."
"Ah well, you see, i dont plan to act against for what you did here. But, i am very selfish. and i think you are rather pretty. Of course, im not the sort to force a lady along with my whims, but, i also dont think i can just let you walk away."
He stepped out into the clearing, he kicked the hilt of a broken sword across the ground.
"One of Zephyr's. Thats surprising usually his stuff outlasts the hunters using it. Hmm, heh."
He turned and looked at her, a goofy grin on his face, and a spark in his good eye.
"Strong women are really a turn on you know. Tell you what, lets make a deal. Five minutes. If you can land a solid hit, drawing blood, within five minutes, I'll let you walk away. If you cant...i get to have one of female friends dress you up like a doll for the rest of the day."
His grin was goofy still, but held a menacing tone to it. As if the smile were coming from a true wolf.
"Hmm, i dont plan to do much of anything about you killing them. See, those idiots, the ones you killed there? They tend to run away from a fight if they aren't 100% sure of victory. A real blight on the name of all decent Hunters really. I suppose i should punish you. But where is the fun in that? Well unless that happens to be your idea of fun. It isnt mine, but hey, everyone has their own idea of what a good time is."
When she talked about recruiting the lycan who defaced him (haha) he bean to laugh, having to wipe an authentic tear of mirth from his face.
"Well, if you have a necromancer or two among your little helpers, you could probably do that. After he clawed me, i put him down like the rabid dog he was. Just like i put down the two brutes who killed my aunt her and family."
His tone was almost mocking, but was also holding hints of actual amusement. There were two reasons that Roland worked alone. One was that he simply worked better that way. The other was his fellow TRS hunters tended to find him more than slightly unhinged. It didnt help he had a strong opinion about Hunters who were killed while on duty. Namely that they deserve it for biting off more than they could chew.
"Well for starters, you smell like blood. and not like you just touched it after finding the bodies. For another, no matter how used to the sight of dead people you might be, if you had just found them, you would still have trace amounts of fear scent on you. You can fool a human's eyes, but you will never fool a Wolf's Nose."
And of course she had to say no to the idea of a date. Well that was about standard, not exactly unusual for him to be turned down like that. but, he wasn't one to give up easily.
"Hmm? Well i have been called a special kind of moron, on several occasions. But i am part of the TRS. Although, im not what you call a 'Rank and File' kind of Hunter. I prefer to work alone, for starters. and ive fought bigger, badder, and tougher things than you."
He lifted the half mask, to show the deep scars running down the right side of his face, the scar tissue tugging his eye into a shape that, if he were let it show all the time would look as though he smirking constantly.
"Compared to the Lycan that did this, you are not very awe inspiring. But then, maybe im wrong, maybe theres something about you, that is absolutely terrifying."
He took a long drag on his cigarette, burning almost the entire thing in one go.
Zephyr looked at the other gamer, somewhat relieved to be in conversation with someone who, at the very least, understood the nature of what he was discussing.
"Sounds like fun. Normally i would be in my workshop, building a new weapon to take up my time, but my partner and a few others kicked me out. Said the place was a mess. I dont see the issue, i mean i can move around right? So what if its a little cluttered."
Little cluttered of course meant the floor was covered by almost three feet of empty energy drink cans, fastfood containers, and scrap metal.
Roland looked at the two mouthy brats, pushing the shifter off him as easily one might lift a house cat.
"You both need to sit the hell down and shut up. HERE! Pudding!"
He slammed a plastic tub of pudding, roughly the size of a 3 quart mixing bowl, on the counter.
"Eat your pudding, vampire, and you! Yes you little girl! You dont even smell like a Hunter!"
He muttered about apprentices, newbies, and loud people while making a sandwich out of a bunch raw shaved beef (likely intended for steak subs)some pepperjack cheese, and a copious amount of honey dijon mustard. Stacked of course onto an entire italian bread loaf...
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